Tag Archive | kasi

OH THINGS AROUND ME!

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

Cuties

Cuties

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!!!

All pictures sourced from: http://jennafinch.blogspot.com/2013/08/soweto-in-day.html.

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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 :')...so 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 http://www.googleimages.com.

STYLE IS GETTING FUNNY…I KID YOU NOT!

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!

Sources: http://www.activateleadership.co.za/blog/izikhothane-clever-statement-or-waste-of-youth-have-your-say.

                http://www.citypress.co.za/lifestyle/brash-bling-and-ghetto-fabulous-20121006/.

               http://googleimages.com.

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:

http://www.jhblive.com/live/kultcha_view.jsp;jsessionid=FC869CE9823776078F6FE70B9DACD5DB?kultcha_id=116248.