Archive | June 2013

Kasi Lingo 101, learn that ‘flow’

As I’m hanging out with my home girls and boys (given half the change to indulge in a moment of relaxation), discussing this lovely thing called life, using that one signifying coder-slang-that’s when I know I’m truly part of the group because I know what they are talking about. Kasi slang has a flavor of its own, and a mixed variety of official languages of Mzansi. Otherwise described as Tsotsitaal or Iscimato, a native language that most Sowetans (myself included) embrace as part of their culture
Kasi (township) slang is a social maker, though it is believed that people from the South speak in a language which may be complicated for others to understand, it could all be so simple. As I bring you a lowdown of Kasi slang-terms, expressions and words of common use in the townships of not only Soweto, but Mzansi. Learn a lil’ 😉

It is what it is..

It is what it is..

• Coconut – this refers to an African black person who is dualistic in their nature, usually Black on the outside and White on the inside.
• Shimself-referring to a she/he-a gay man.
• Alfred Khuzwayo- means an AK-47 as in “Ngi zom’ thethisa nge Alfred Khuzwayo” (translate: “I’ll shoot him down with an AK-47″.)
• Amashwang-shweng – refers to a nice/beautiful hair style by a lady.
• 411 – Giving someone the latest news and gossip.
• 6 no 9 – “same difference”. Like “potato, potatoe”
• Dankie san – [Origin: Rap Music] “Thanks, Dude”. Soweto rapper Pro Kid has used it for his new fashion-label, bringing it into the commercial space.
• Ama-Get-Down- refers to dancing or to have a party. E.g “Sizobe sishaya ama-get-down le-weekend,” (translate: we will be having a party and dancing this weekend).
• Bogata or Bo4- means the police.
• Bling-Bling- ladies who are light in complexion.
• Blind- means something or someone is good or impressive.
• Central lock- knock-knees or Kiss madolo.
• Clipper- hundred rand note
• Choko-twenty rand note
• Tiger-ten rand note
• Chicken dust- chicken braai done by the roadside.
• Dozo- It’s a cigarette.
• Dintshang?- means what’s up?
• Dae Ding- means that thing. Uses: If somebody doesn’t want to mention what he/she is asking for, they will say give me ‘Dae Ding’ meaning give me ‘That Thing’.
• Double Doley- means everything is okay.
• Danone- dating a young girl.
• Frying pan-used to refer to someone who likes to lie.
• Fong-kong- products that you can buy from vendors on the streets.These products are cheap and fake.
• Fede- means how are you or how you doing or what is happening in your life (my personal most random and favourite word,hahaha..Don’t judge).
• Feranjie- a thug or hobo or someone suspicious.
• G-string- (Origins: comes from the grill of a BMW) Refers to a BMW.
• Gashu- an idiot.
• Gatvol- “Fed up” in Afrikaans. With the ‘v’ pronounced like an ‘f’, it’s very similar to the English “gutful”. As in ”Eish! man. I’m gatvol of this fundi. He has no idea what he’s talking about.
• Gereza- hustle.
• Gidliza- to act as if you don’t know nothing.
• Holla gazee-a phrase meaning how are you my friend?
• Helen Zille- a nagging chick, usually over protective, insecure partner.
• Hooi Hooi- greetings(a phrase mostly used by radio and TV personality Dj Sbu)
• Izinyoka- means Thugs or thieves. Commonly used to refer to people who steal cables.
• Injelezi- is popular in Zola (a Soweto township) for jealousy i.e. when someone doesn’t want to see u prosper we normally say: une NJELEZI.
• Inja- it’s literal meaning is a dog. It it’s now commonly used as an expression of respect, and hence means a Top Dog. Uses: Brian Habana is a top dog.
• Jive- means a problem. As in, “Ke nale jive le medi ya gago.” (translate: I have a problem with your girlfriend/wife).
• Jack Bemel- means a witch doctor.
• Johnnie Walker- someone who doesn’t have a car
• Ku Million-it’s all good.
• Kota- in Pretoria it’s known as Spatlo and in the Vaal they refer to it as Skumbani. A quarter of a loaf of bread, with any filling inside. The filling can be meat, potatoes, atchaar, whatever you like.
• Kosovo- a very dangerous place
• Kelly Khumalo- pulling a Kelly Khumalo – Claiming to be a virgin when you are clearly not one
• Khanyi Mbau- means gold digger. Pulling a Khanyi (gold digging).
• Kaizer Chiefs- yellow teeth.
• KASI- Hood or ghetto.

To be more streetwise and learn the new French (LoL, I joke)- KASI slang you can visit Sowetan’s Kasi Slang website at: This info was sourced from this website as well.
I believe slang is much more like poetry, made up of literary devices such as hyperboles, metonymies, metaphors, synecdoche’s, alliterations, onomatopoeia and many others. Because slang in essence is one language we use but never taught in school. The same applies with poetry. This is really just my opinion. Feel free to voice out your thoughts as well, let’s share !

Humans are just geniuses :D

Humans are just geniuses 😀

Knowledge feeds the multitudes.


The G.A.M.E (Ghetto As My Essence)

Friend: “YOU must be the best kept secret ever! Where in this world have you been hiding? Look at you; you’re like a foreigner in this place”
ME: “Oho (-__-)! Please maaaan, I’m still one of you…what are you trying to say kanti?”
Friend: “You’re hardly seen la eKasi…”
ME: “Awume kancani tuu (Just hold up a bit)! ‘Cause I’m always here, just that the goddamn Honours has taken my ghetto life away from me”
Friend: “Ahahaha…You? Did you just say ghetto (0_o)?”
ME: “HaHaHaah…tswa daar (never you mind) ;-)!”

It's good to know I'm missed :') sweet

It’s good to know I’m missed :’)…so sweet

The best of both worlds

The best of both worlds

LoL, I just wonder how many people would have squirmed and cringed when you throw that word at them yes that one (._.”). Ermmmm, you know which word I’m talking about right? Right! Oh shame mahn if you still hanging the dark let me be your shining armor. I’m talking; well…WE (only those fast-paced thinkers and geniuses) are talking about the word “GHETTO”. Great, now that you are with us let’s move way ahead of the light bulb moment, and get to the grips of the matter.

LoL...don't believe every word they say.

LoL…don’t believe every word they say.

With the mishmash of people all over the world, some are diplomatic with lots of money to blow around, others-like me…*slight pause and deep sigh* are being judged because of the place I call home and end up being labeled ghetto. One word tossed around to somehow imply bad, uncouth or unintelligent. Oh boy, have I got news for you *eyes wide open and snap fingers zig-zagly*. But you know what; I’m not one to take feeble things to heart. Someone once told me, if you’re being insulted, just laugh it off. And oh well, if you can’t laugh it off then you probably deserved. So you see? We ain’t got no time to be too SERIOUS…HaiBo! Anyhow, life’s too short as we know it.

To be quite honest I’LL NEVER BE ASHAMED OF LIVING IN SLUMS and being slammed about it, because it only through that I have learned a sense of pride, dignity and my most essential being. I am a ghetto women and proud of where I come from. Where mostly, I grew up eating just uphuthu (grovel porridge and milk-which still remains my favorite meal) most days because it was the cheapest meal. Where electricity just gets cut off when you least expect it to. Oh, and were gutters are flowing with oiled stinking waters (and so much more) running across the streets. There were and are a lot of people in the world who had/have better lives than we did. But that doesn’t stop me from becoming the BEST of me, does it?

Take it from me....dreams are the theatre of the mind.

Take it from me….dreams are the theatre of the mind.

This qoute keeps me going onward, upward & foward!

This qoute keeps me going onward, upward & foward!

Yeah, it gets pretty bad, but I still embrace the streets and everything it taught and is yet to teach me. Hustling and selling. I talked that ghetto talk, you know what I mean? Don’t worry, soonest, I’ll enlighten you. Yeah, now that’s what Kasi (the hood) is all about. Talking the talk and walking and the walk. Not allowing the rest to turn my sky into a ceiling, as I school myself in a better way, hitting those books so damn hard and having no babies. All thanks to my upbringing. But before you can judge, dare try to point a finger at my parents, point three back at yourself. And in their worn shoes, walk a mile and see how far you’ll get. For it take a village to raise ONE black GHETTO child.

Proudly so :-D!

Proudly so :-D!

It’s okay to talk that ghetto style, sounding like I’m so damn cool. But it’s always the same and will always remain the same. The streets will never change. They will NEVER EVER EVURRRR change!

REAL is what counts ;-)

REAL is what counts 😉

And just as much, Kasi Nativist says: Remember, You can take the girl out of the Ghetto Streets, but you can’t take the Ghetto Streets out of the girl ;-)!

Know where you come, to know where you're heading ;-)!

Know where you come, to know where you’re heading ;-)!

All images sourced from


The reality in SA, especially in townships is that poverty is one of the main concerns which prohibit the development of the country in its entirety. Not everybody eats three-meals a day.  And it’s fascinating just how other people like the socialite Khanyi Mbau can blatantly say: “I’m not going to feel sorry for someone not having bread, if they can’t put bread on their table, too bad. I’m going to have my croissant with my blue cheese.” on national TV, while she was featured on 3rd Degree.

So somehow, despite the fact that; daily there may be hundreds of people that go to bed on an empty and growling stomach, it is that type of mentality that I would think further propagates the ill-mannered youth culture of Izikhothane from manifesting itself as a fad, trend or whatever it may be. This of course being my opinion. To each her own.

Izikhothane, a Zulu word which in direct translation means “those who lick”, have gained a pretty notorious reputation for their spendthrift acts- they buy and wear pricey labels or rather flamboyant designer clothes and shoes which costs thousands of rands- such as your DMD, Rossi Moda’s designer Porsche shoes, Nike, Carvela, Guess and Adidas-only to tear, rag them apart ,then burn them. *SMH*. As part of their culture, some of them even boast blingy and flashy Krugerrand earrings and gold teeth(s), claiming it’s a way of showing “uhleka ngemalini” (how much are you smiling with) as Lebo Motshegoa, director of Foshizi, a company that specialises in market research into the black consumer market puts it. To them, whom without the gold teeth, is cheap! Even better, this track here should reveal what S’khothanism is all about, take a moment and listen to it.

And…what do you think? LMAO…enough said right?

Whilst these youngsters remain unapologetic for their lifestyle and their love of expensive brands- costly accessories, designer clothes and expensive alcohol, it is also not just the consumption of these costly items that earns the popularity or prestige. There is more of where this comes from.  Being a S’khothane is all about going to the park and dressing up in oh-so-colourful yet expensive clothes to put up a show before an excited and expected crowd, recklessly sloshing expensive booze or the likes of Cognac onto the ground, as well as (and this saddens my heart but strangely open up my healthy appetite) pouring, spatting and spilling abundant amounts of Ultra Mel custard across the township streets of Soweto all around instead of “licking” it.  

When we should be Khothing (licking) it...(^_ ^)

When we should be Khothing (licking) it…(^_ ^)

To some extremes, a S’khothane will S’khoth’ (lick) so hard by burning wads of cash and wares, then trample over them.  And oh, of course…this life it’s also about owning various multiple brands- even having the same type of shirt or shoe, although in different colours. One of the ways of “showing off”, as we would put it in Kasi.

Need I say more?

Need I say more?

The female version of them...amaChikita

The female version of them…amaChikita

Which in truth it is a way of bragging and boasting, I mean as part of their culture they even created this prayer:

Our Guess who art in Spitz,

Hallow be thy Carvela,

Thy Gucci came,

Thy will be worn eKasi as it is in Sandton,

Give us Arbiter, our daily wear and forgive us for buying Dickies

As we forgive those who buy fong kongs (obviously being fakes)…(and it goes on)

Which undoubtedly shows that we live in a world bombarded by brands.  But, Clinical psychologist Simphiwe Sinkoyi maintains that this culture “really it comes off as an over exaggerated homage to consumerism – the desperate quest for individualism that ties its success to brand names and price tags.” For those S’khothanes, this implies a game theory in which they compete with their rival groups as to prove who can afford the most expensive apparel, and afterward when the affronting battle is over, they perform a “gloating dance”.

They either do it this way or the other one

The day is still young…

Just a year ago, the fast-food franchise-Nando’s- even capitalised on the S’khothane spectacle in one of their latest adverts, which then went viral within hours.

It was not hard for me to believe what was going on in that ad, because I’ve had first-hand experiences of such scenes.

Which deep down still makes me wonder and ponder about this fad and a just explanation as to why Izikhothane are doing what they are doing, are relatively the same as Sinkoyi’s who said: “It is a search for self-value, and not notoriety. When all the romanticism has been sucked out of the ghetto, when history’s lessons have stripped you of what should be inherent self-respect, dignity is inferred”. If you always had nothing in your life, the minute you have something what do you do? Aren’t you just quick to show it? The same reasoning can be attributed to this sub-culture, even though many of these kids’ parents aren’t working high-class jobs, the least they are workers at supermarkets or factories. And yet their kids pressurise them into main ting their lavish lifestyle.

To date, however…as Kasi Nativist see the world, she can boldly say the tag of being a S’khothane is no longer a sensation only found in the townships, but probably within each and every one of us. Oh yes! I’m sure you asking how? Well, today after reading this post, you may be shocked about Izikhothane, but next week you will be mocking those who own Blackberry 8520 Curve or Nokia X2!Heheheh…ai, this life. At times it just really makes me wonder how many of us are Izikhothane deep down, but do it in different & more ‘sophisticated’ ways? Huh *raises eyebrow*?

That’s food for thought, look within!




June 16…in 2013.

I’ll have to confess, thoughts of my folks having lil Becks in 1976 probably didn’t even exist then.Hahah! But, at least I know enough about June 16 1976 to recite the story and reminisce about it. A lot has been said and claimed about this day in history, which is dubbed as Youth day in South Africa.

In a few words..

In a few words..

So it is said that the morning of the 16th of June 1976 began with peaceful protest march by youngsters (from Naledi Township, at the south western end of Soweto, collecting others on their route to Orlando East, the north eastern end of the vast complex) against the usage of Afrikaans as a standard medium of teaching in Black Schools in Soweto, but then abruptly intensified into a nation-wide riot, irrevocably revitalizing the struggle for liberation in South Africa.

The subsequent violence after the shootings that day became branded as The Soweto Uprising or Soweto Riots. Between 200 and 600 people died in the ferocity and thousands were injured.  One of which was Hector Pieterson, a 12 year student who was killed by the Apartheid police. And has since then became the iconic image of the 1976 Soweto uprising.  Now the question is, is the day of June 16 1976 still relevant in the 21st century? Well…very much so, or we wouldn’t be commemorating it each year in honour of the youth and also as a way of recalling all that was lost in the course of the Apartheid struggle.

In Kasi this is how we do it, well…how I did it. I rocked up in the morning, went to church to start yet a beautiful day. Left there inspired and embraced the rest of the day in a cheery mood by taking pictures of people whom also June 16 meant something for them. Take a look…

Mother and Daughters

Mother and Daughters



Awww...the Lil' One's even :)

Awww…the Lil’ One’s even 🙂

And the snazzy ones

And the snazzy ones

Others are just cool like that

Others are just cool like that

This is very ghetto...check them shoes : p..hahah! absolutely love it though

A dude and the dudettes

The oh-so-colourful socks....epitomy of Uniform in Style :')

The oh-so-colourful socks….epitomy of Uniform in Style :’)

This is just how determined we are...siyasebenza!

This is just how determined we are…siyasebenza!

It is still remains relevant that young people even today should be watering and protecting and providing for that tree of liberation with their sweat. A lot has changed since June 1965, a democratic government is now in place, young people now have access to free education and gaps between the poor and the rich is gradually decreasing. Despite the progress over the years, social issues facing the youth still persist.

To many people this meaningful day means different things. To some June 16 is a celebration of victory against the apartheid regime, to others it’s just a mere holiday like any other, making this day a party to remember.  Oh…and the memories I created on that day still continue….

*stolen* LOL

*stolen* LOL

A bunch of characters :)

A bunch of  photogenic characters 🙂

Hahahah...I told you. This was my highlight of the day :'D.

Hahahah…I told you. This was my highlight of the day :’D.

And last but not least...amagents having a smooth one, right by the corner.

…amagents having a smooth one, right by the corner.

All of  these youngsters ha a lot to say about issues affecting them, one of the main ones being education and unemployment. A serios call to government to take note of youth values and leadership development thereof  for the greater benefit of our country.

Oh...and yours truly...Kasi Nativist.

Oh…and yours truly…Kasi Nativist.

Whilst I acknowledge that I had balls of fun, filled with laugh-a-minute fest and amusement, I shall never forget the true meaning of it. For the older generation, the first experiencers of the Afrikaans onslaught, those who FOUGHT through the blood and sweat for the freedom we enjoy today, Youth Day serves as a poignant reminder of a powerful moment in history. And me,as a young person in 2013, still share the same sentiments.

June 16  indeed  is a day to be forever enshrined in the country’s political memory. As I took a trip down memory lane,to mark The 37th  anniversary of this day, I can proudly say I celebrated the bravery of those  fallen  heroes who sacrificed their lives for me as a young person to be where I am today. Saying THANK YOU,THANK YOU, THAAAAAANK YOU!

In all parts, Kasi Nativist says: Young people of  Mzansi, let us continue  honouring  the legacy left  behind by watering the tree of our liberation with positive  actions. Guess what I’m trying to say is stand up for something or fall for anything ;-)! Awe!!!

Every picture tells a story

The term art is relatively one and the same within South Africa’s scenery. Country wide, art studios and galleries are usually spread across various cities, giving away a hint of SA’s incredible talent, but in kasi (township) neighborhoods many baubles of creative nature are revealed as I explore my home in extreme lengths, depths and widths. In my space, the work of art and different crafts are usually displayed in melancholy public buildings and on the hub of the buzzy streets. Well, it may be best to SHOW and not tell, right? Then here we go, go ahead and immerse yourself into Faith47’s work (whom according to JHBlive is “one of a handful of genuine Mzansi graf celebrities”) and daringly be the judge of that.

Welcome to my World :-)!

Welcome to my World :-)!

In the midst of everything, do you see what I see :-/?

In the midst of everything, do you see what I see :-/?

Well, this is an unblemished one. Nice and clean.

Well, this is an unblemished one. Nice and clean.

The beauty of Mother Nature +art= infusion of sublime magic

The beauty of Mother Nature +art= infusion of sublime magic

The tainted papers and the dripping traces of paint create an uber visual effect. That’s just me though *shrugs*

The tainted papers and the dripping traces of paint create an uber visual effect. That’s just me though *shrugs*

Maaaaaaaan…..I could go on for days but…

Maaaaaaaan…..I could go on for days but…

Worth a 1000…

Worth a 1000…

And we are just trying to make ends meet, by all means.

And we are just trying to make ends meet, by all means.

And even during the dark night, this artwork flares up the bright light.

And even during the dark night, this artwork flares up the bright light.

This series of images is entitled : “The Long Wait”. And here’s what the artist Faith47 had to say about the imagery:

“Miners are waiting for justice.

Workers are waiting for a living wage.

People are waiting for service delivery.

Refugees are waiting for assistance.

Men are waiting for jobs.

we are all waiting for an honest politician.

So many people are waiting for others to do things first.

To take the blame.

To do things for them.

To take the fall.

To build the country.

To admit defeat.

There has been so much waiting in this country that much time has been lost

Moral of the narrative art: The closer one looks at an artwork and thinks about its meaning, its use, and its history, the greater the potential for understanding the stories it conveys In all parts, this particular artwork reflects the identity and traditions of a place I call home.  

Kasi Nativist absolutely loves it! And she says….well, there’s nothing else to say. The images do the talking. Awe!!!

All  the images were sourced from:;jsessionid=FC869CE9823776078F6FE70B9DACD5DB?kultcha_id=116248.