In Phelindaba the Old Café are gone. Washed away by the caressing seeping water at the shores of nostalgia’s grey silver laser that burns the things we abhor or hold dear deep within the creases of our brains and bosom, a tug at the heart here and the disturbance of balance there, for a thrill worth Two Bob, Wola! … Read More Birth – for the old folks arcade gamers of Phelindaba
I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. Presently an uncertain corridor looms for the tiny man. One thing is certain though, I am returning to my first love, the visual art object and I am taking you along with me on that journey. May we find the artist.… Read More Diary Entry: Paucity, Balcomb, Winter and my first love
At a certain point at the headquarters of Naspers, the company that owns Multichoice, which in turn owns DStv and MWEB, the Research and Development team might have sat down and observed with a keen interest at the recent developments with regard to Subscription Video On Demand (SVOD) via the web. Perhaps during their observation they might have snickered at Times Media Group’s VIDI, sneered at MTNFrontRow and casted a dismissive look at Altech’S NODE. After all they would have felt that they had responded to these platforms a long time ago without a straining their coffers.… Read More The Dawn of OTT-SVOD War
A switch off occurs when you go off the grid of social media connectivity whereby you go amiss in the digital social life of people who have you listed as their friend knowingly or unknowingly. Quite a number of people could care less whether you are around at the best of times. Unless if you are a kwaito star who has reached the nirvana of a staple diet wherein your devotees daily probing, poking and in-boxing of your person is their reassurance that they are part of the world we live in.… Read More Presence in absence
What does it feel like when your phone is on the tv stand? Let’s increase the distance, what does it feel like when it is in another room or better still when you leave it at home only to discover during your trip to work or school that you are without it? Nerving isn’t? They… Read More Diary entry 10 January
In order for Generations, The Legacy, to appeal to a new breed of viewers and soap connoisseur it must reinvent itself with a total new plot and not rehash a formula that is known to have worked before. It must be brave. All previous characters, old grudges, plots, subplots, backdrop etc. must be nullified.… Read More Generation X: The return?
If one finds themselves surrounded by a relationship that is real and endearing one is at the epicenter of love unconditional or what we have come to call friendship, we may suspect – that when it was invented, friendship was meant to be love without unreasonable expectations, but care that withdraws the minute it see itself overflowing to give space to those it honors. But most importantly a real constant presence besides us. … Read More Evanescent Friendship
His eyes took the scene in. He saw a woman walking into the picture plane from the left with a flat huge bowl balanced on her head. She was about to cross paths with a Reverend in dressed in black complete with a hat from whose right hand a walking cane issued. Just behind them two men, while on a stroll were talking. One of them who was wearing a white shirt seem animated as his right hand stretched out to emphasise what he was saying to his companion. Just behind the pair was a man who seemed like a labourer entering the scene from the top right pushing a wheelbarrow. Moje’KJoe noted that should one draw a line between the woman entering the scene from the bottom left of the viewer, the one with a flat container on her head, and the Reverend; they will experience a perfect straight line. However when that line is extended to the two men taking a stroll the line will extend from the Reverend diagonally even if its straightness can be maintained until it reached the man pushing the wheel barrow. The man pushing the wheel barrow cannot take this line further since the wall behind him delimits the line’s extension in this direction. The line dies here or rather it acutely changes direction here. Besides the direction of the wheelbarrow and the man move the eyes back into the picture plane.… Read More The golden soil
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