The Node Nadir

{ON} 22 July, Altech (Allied Technologies Limited) announced that the NODE, its Video Streaming decoder, has unfortunately failed to take off with the South African consumers in the Pay Television sector and that it was planning to sell it. Here is a machine, which besides its Video On Demand (VoD) function, offered to smarten up your home with security system through motion detection. It sought to enable you to surf the internet through its embedded 3G or use it as a wifi hotspot around your house as well as a host of cool capabilities such as the ability to buy air time, pre-paid electricity as well as pay your Telkom and Eskom bills all from the comfort of your home. After nodding several times as I list these features you might be compelled to raise your index finger and enquire about the machine’s data gobbling appetite. Well the NODE uses satellite technology to push video content into its 1 Terabyte hard drive without data costs the same way DStv’s catch up Service functions. However the traditional use of internet comes with data costs which is fair enough; we’re so used to spending for data connection anyway ¶⌋


Film Review: Kwaito or Nothing


{I} could not help it but think of Zulu Boy while watching this flick. Menzi Biyela cuts his teeth deeper into a fully fledged film. Unlike the Capfin advertisements he is synonymous known for here his acting talent surfaces. He stars as Mondli the taxi driver from Umlazi. He is brought to Gauteng by Baba Tshabalala a.k.a Mshengo (Emmanuel Nkosi) to work for him in the city with the last of his taxi’s


Hindsight: A *stand-Off/us vs the rest

*a deadlock between two equally matched opponents

HISTORYI actually was contemplating doing a piece on the vandalism of the sculptures that represent our colonial past as well as the apartheid regime, however the recent Xenophobic1 violence that have awaken our country from it’s a stupor takes my pen’s attention towards its contemplation. The sculptures and the old regime’s memorabilia will have to wait; I suspect though, with the current rate of tension here and there in our country that before long that issue will re-occupy our national agenda just as xenophobia takes it turn again presently. But even as I respond in the present jotting I must confess to the reader that I am not best suited to offer a voice on the matter at hand. I am not confident. I am a writer enthusiast and writers write. May I press this point further by highlighting to the reader that what follows is my own observation of the situation that is unfolding in front of us; a meditation by all accounts. These scribbling can be seen in the final analysis as a subjective reaction of a South African


Brenda Ngxoli

There is a scene in the last episode of the season finale of Rockville S3, Episode 13 (Ferguson Films), Lindi (Mbali Mlotshwa) and Gladys (Brenda Ngxoli) are at the Clinic for Lindi’s abortion. Brenda Ngxoli gives a powerful performance as she lets her skeletons out that she aborted a baby during her teens and as a result she can’t conceive. Her barrenness, which in hindsight, it is suggested, she brought unto herself was a source of ridicule in the community and would later cause her to lose her marriage as she trotted along through life keeping the secret to her husband that she aborted a baby during her teens. As she relates this darker chapter of her life you can’t help it but be moved. It is Gladys the loose woman, the drunkard, who speaks here, however as much as the viewer may think ill of her that, ke le kgawate, unable to hold on to other people’s secret. You will feel for her. For her human condition is brought to the spotlight for our scrutiny. Overarchingly, the viewer will find and feel an ounce of sympathy go towards these troubled women as tears roll down their cheeks drenching the hospital’s floor. But, from a performance text perspective, the solicited sympathy will linger a little a while on Gladys for as long a time as the scene persists due to the pain that has reared forward within her character and insist on staying in the midst of the event of this series’ episode. Such are the acting prowess of Brenda Ngxoli. Err, the Fergusons, he e, he e, he e, he e, he e; he e man (I almost said – go monate go ba wena); mara you get my drift. We look forward to the next season already.¶

1 April


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Ayeye, O grand Joe?

YOU gotta love The Bomb Shelter television and film Production Company. Here are the klevas who’ve been pushing the envelope ever since the appearance of their ground breaking work Yizo-Yizo. While I cannot claim that I am a fundi when it comes to South African television production companies’ prowess applause klap-klap have to be given where they are due. For now The Bomb Shelter takes center stage. Until I am conversant with the oeuvre of these klevas’ work collectively I shan’t spew a crit’ at what we’ve seen so far coming out of their finesse touch. I came of age on a diet of Yizo-Yizo, was aware of Jacob’s Cross, later on, Watched Zone 14 to come nice, albeit when it got routinized it bored me to the core. It is yet to be seen what Ashes to Ashes, the upcoming E TV’s tellenovella will do with the sub theme of undertaking on a grander scale. A Soap Dish war fare at prime time is waged and remote control sojourn questioned around the living room! But back on track towards the point that the present jotting is trying to make. Isibaya cemented The Bomb Shelter as a formidable force as far as envelope pushing is concerned.


Hindsight: South Africa, it is time to Study Apartheid

Copy of 2dThis is not an exhaustive exposition, it is a comment. There is so much that is going on in our country at the moment that gets one’s tongue wagging about the possibility of a bleak prospect as far as our future is concerned even if it is done in the safe haven of our closed doors. South Africans find themselves at a point whereby either fully acknowledge the problem that’s facing them or wait for a full scale implosion as far as race is concerned. For lack of space in the present article I do not want to focus on particulars of incidents that point to us that race continues to be a problem in our country neither do I have a fully fledged arsenal that can assist us in this regard as much as I desire to delve into an informed analysis, which might of course take time to be finished and whenever when that happens I might risk speaking above the reader. So I will shoot from the hip.


Film Review: Rise


Xolile Tshabalala as Fezeka Dlamini in a scene from Rise, image source –

This is a tale about an idealist educator who arrives at a very low morale school in Alexander and takes it upon herself to try and change the attitude of the learners. I couldn’t help but think back to the early nineties when I underwent my high schooling years and wondered how our teachers made it without wifi hotspots and such, although we did have a laboratory which was utilized fully, but the internet was a myth of sci-fi proportions and our educators oozed with gusto and love for their calling. Fezeka Dlamini(Xolile Tshabalala), an orphan, is a university graduate with a science degree, actually an arsenal of them as we learn later. Her altruistic deeds pushes her to opt to give back the learners of the school she is posted to since she herself was fortunate to be given the opportunities she’s had