Archive | August 2013

In Need of Magic

Morning lots! *yawns and stretches*….geez, today I feel a bit out of it.

Oh Well...*shrugs off heavily*

Oh Well…*shrugs off heavily*

But there are 15 more hours to the day, so hopefully I will find my innate energy.
NB: *This post is not meant to seek pity, skip it if you fancy :-)*

In the meantime hope ya’ll have a blaster of a Thursday ;-)!


2 Things I’d Write In Permanent Ink

In my whole life being an Honours student, I strongly feel like my life is slowly fading away.
“Be strong” they said
“Hang in there”, they said
“You can do it”, they said
I got sick and tired of hearing all of these phrases (-______-)!

But my ‘rents *smiles from ear to ear*, they said this…

Live. Laugh. Love :')!

Live. Laugh. Love :’)!

A novice like myself, would rebelliously have these two phrases inked somewhere, perhaps on my both my wrists.

Would look something of this sort...

Would look something of this sort…

Because I guess after all life is for living and loving it no matter the circumstances. On that note, what would you write :-??

Thanks for stopping by :-)
Kasi Nativist

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One Last Moment in the Zone.

So on Monday night I got home from school around 8:45, bushed and exhausted to the core. All I could think of is munching a good meal, let my hair down and relax a bit. And there I was, indulging in a moment of ease, watching the TV drama serious, Zone 14- one show that captures the heart and soul of kasi life.

On set....

On set….

And I couldn’t help but notice that the storyline was somehow hinting to a peculiar “end ¬¬¬¬of the road” tip. And indeed my fears and prediction were confirmed. But nevertheless I didn’t shed a tear; I managed to control myself with the hope and leap of faith that this series will once again return to our screens.

For it was always quirky, spunky and ghetto-fabulous in a kasi kind of way. Here’s what I’m talking about :-D. (one of my favourite scenes by far).

Zone 14 episode 189

Hahah, and Tumi the character in this scene say her heavyweight sister, Brenda loves Zone 14 as though it loves her back bloody blah blah and blah. And that hit home, because in a way to me, Zone 14 is not just a TV drama, it is where I live. You might be thinking, psssht, really? But yeah, like I mean the popular drama serious was shot in my neighbourhood, Orlando East, in fact just 1 street away from my home. And more often I got to witness a scene of a laid back affair with just two cameras decked on the street next to Bra Tiger’s shebeen, with about 20 crew members and actors preparing to shoot the next scene. With of course, other onlookers standing in the periphery watching and getting engrossed by what they see on screen becoming real in front of their eyes.

And action...

And action…

This in a way portrays a sense of authenticity about the surroundings lends the show some credibility on screen as opposed to scenes created in a studio. So guess what I’m trying to say is… it has been REAL in the Zone, and till our paths cross again be ghetto-fabulous and take care. Mcwaahz!


Beauty can be found in the most unexpected places. Yea, you got that right, in my kasi, where kids are chasing one another up and down the dusty streets in ragged clothes looking all scruffy, but with the gigantic smiles. There’ll be that little boy or girls with a runny nose, who quietly creeps up behind you to randomly say “hello”, and the mothers who wave standing in front of their barbed fences as you pass on the street, making your way to school, work or wherever your feet are leading you to.

Soweto scene

Soweto scene



Love these Cuties

Camera shy

Camera shy

Camera Shy Edited

These wheels still exists, through them we get around.

These wheels still exists, through them we get around.

That’s just a typical scene to township life. But for all these things around me, I express my profound gratitude. Because despite the most difficult circumstances that prevail in kasi, I still believe Soweto has so much to put on the plate. Gradually growing into middle class status. Slowly but surely are shacks being demolished and replaced with concrete houses, institutions of higher education and malls are being built: a proof in the pudding that this township is kinda rapidly transforming to a suburb. Although it’s starting to become difficult to recognize Soweto for what it was, and all this is good and well, because it marks the twisted beginning and an end of somewhat a contratst to the rest of Joburg.

I’ll never forget the dusty streets that raised me. SALUTE!!!

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Diaries: Rewind, Pause…..Press Play!

Remember your childhood years, rushing home from school, changing out of uniforms and heading outside to play? In the streets the loud sounds of cheer, laughter and dismay could be heard. Boys and girls would be showing off their skills at ‘kgati’, ‘diketo’, ‘chicago’, ‘eggy’ or ‘mgusha’. I played these games until late-night into the sundown and actually when folks were heard calling children to come inside and telling friends to go home.

A few days ago, I pinched myself following the amazement to what I believe has become an unfamiliar sight especially in townships, when I walked past a group of youngsters occupying themselves on the kasi streets playing kgati . But a part of me was also enchanted to have come across such, because it took me down memory lane.

Looking back, it was Balls of Fun to be a kid those years. Precisely the 90’s. I’m sure you already anticipated why I say that. Well, because we didn’t have IPods, smartphones, never mind a mundane phone, intenet and so on. So all we could rely on and kill time with honestly was the aforementioned games, dubbed as “indigineous games”. LOL. Although that makes me sound like a dinosaur *frowns*. Oh no….

Anyway, I’m not about to diss the millennium kids and go on about how they have turned into couch potatoes because all they do all day, everyday is be on a bummy swag and be on that PlayStation, Xbox and video games note. *slight pause*. Nah! Ain’t anybody got time for that. All I want to do is just….rewind, pause….and press play *no pun intended*, to all fun and games moments that I as a kid had a pleasure to indulge in, and without even have to spend a penny .

To all other KASI natives like myself out there, do you remember Hop Scotch (Pule, Modise, Tladi, Ndala, Piet, John, Outside), EGI- pronounced as e-ggy( I used to love the part where the culprit has to choose either to drink 2litre of water, have a mud make-up done all over his face, empty all dustbins around the neighbourhood), and the follow-the-leader games like “Ngi nenja ncane, enama dzedze” and I loved the our English version (I have a litte dog, yi rastation), ei mahn. It was buck! And you can’t be telling me you grew up in the South if you don’t know how to make glue. Yes, create it yourself, with a green bar soap, it didn’t need to be Sunlight, and mix it with green grass and water, then stir it til it becomes real thick. But it didn’t stick shwem. Hahaha…but that didn’t stop us from making it anyway. So here’s a list of what I got up you as a kiddy

1. M’gusha – the game was played mainly by girls and we would use old pantyhose then cut it and tie it in nots to make one single round long piece. Then the games begin, there plenty of them and were mostly accomodated by a song. But my mind isn’t working with me so I can’t remember any.

2 .Kgati– this one we usually played during winter to keep warm, but we certainly had games for certain season. We used a skipping rope and one person will hold one end and the other will hold another end and start skipping and again there was song accompaniment (sp).
– nolitje dobi ilitje,o li beke phansi,bese o ya dryaya,bese o ya puma.
-stocky,stocky ngwana malome. o nkisa kae?thabeng tsa mme,mme wa loya o loya ka eng,ka tsiritsiri,sehlare sa baloi …

3 Dithini/Bathi/ Chicago -the will be two groups and the ones will “touch” the ones who are stacking up the tins until they all well done and they should not fall. (by touching we mean throwing a ball at other team and it touches you,you were out and should wait for a “game”-that is when your team has managed to stack all tins without being touched ans have safely return to thier “home”. the team that was touching we used to say ba a fila.

4 .Hands clapping games: these we made certain moves using hands with a partner and there also songs with the games.
One song I can remember distinctly but don’t what it is actually trying to say is the “by so by love to baby” song, and it really sounds ridiculous LMAO!!!!!
♫ By so by love to baby
To baby to the song
The song put the yona
The yona put the man
The man put the put there
terma 1,2,3,4
terma 1,2,3,
terma 1,2,
terma 1,
terma 1,
by stop!!♫
LMFAO!!! And you guaranteed were happy when you reach “by stop” without any mistakes.

5.Mokoko/spypy/1-2-3 block– in a nutshell i will say hide and seek the kasi version.

6.Kop-kop banana– remains a favourite of mine where one person will hide a belt for a group and then when he done he will call out “kop-kop banana,kop kop “he will indicate whether o mo icing or wa tjhesa (you are in a hot or cold spot) and if gets hotter it means you are close to where the belt and whoever finds the belt first would hit you with it until all members are in the “home” so he can go hide it again

7. Circle games-these one are usually played by at crèches where everyone will form part of a circle and start game.
-tsa mo reka omo,eng omo
– mrabaraba kofiii
morabaraba tiyee (murabarab 1;murabaraba 2 etc.)
-my ultimate favourite and it went like:
Bharakwana bharakwana *clap clap clap*
isibhedlel’ esikhulu *clap clap clap*
sanced’ usdumo *clap clap clap*
ephukumlenze *clap clap clap*
sori sdumo *clap clap clap*
besidlau umacashelana *clap clap clap*
ngaphansi kombhede *clap clap clap*
And random songs w would sing:
Uphumaphi MaDlamini X 3
Ngiphuma eDorobeni X 3
Ubuyo thenga ntoni X 3
Ngi buyo thengi is’qcoko X 3
Sibiza malini X 3
Sibiza ishumi nebhozo X 3
Imal’ engaka MaDlamini X 3
Ngi yayisibenzela X 3
Au phume u hambe Madlamini X 3

Oh and I still remember “Sizo fun’ umuntu wethu namhlanje (hamba kahle pretty girl pretty girl)”, do you?

8. And then there was morabaraba, diketo too many to mention but those were the times people.
And how could I forget maqoqisa? Here we used stones as characters to a story and made thier house on the ground, if you used pen and paper you would have the houses drawn and use a pen to knock at where a scene is happening. I still remember how our school desk had pen holes because this. And there were pros in storytelling and we would gather around that person just to hear her story. Boy, weren’t kids so creative back then, most storylines were far better than Generations I tell you.

Let’s see if you agree with me on this one, LOL. I dare you. If you grew up in the townships even if it’s not Soweto, is all of this, what I mentioned here true? I’m sure I left a whole lot, so feel free to add by commenting on the box below ….le’gooooooo!