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2013 April 15: Even…!!!

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Even if life has given up on you,

that doesn’t mean give up on yourself.

Even if the dreams you have don’t make sense to you,

don’t stop dreaming.

Even if you feel like you don’t have a vision,

that doesn’t mean you must stop visualizing.

Even if there is no life,

don’t stop living.

Even if you plough & nothing grows,

that doesn’t mean you must stop nurturing your plants.

Even if you are blind,

that doesn’t mean you can’t see.

Even if you are broken now,

that doesn’t mean you will never be whole again.

Even if you are hungry,

that doesn’t mean there is no food, it’s just that it is not your turn to have it.

Even if there is no meaning in your life,

that doesn’t mean you don’t have to live.

Even if today you see your life in darkness,

that doesn’t mean tomorrow won’t be light.

Even if you have given up on your hopes,

that doesn’t mean there is no hope for your life.

Even if you are bitter today,

that doesn’t mean you won’t be happy tomorrow.

Even if you are sick,

that doesn’t mean you won’t get better.

Even if everything in your life doesn’t matter,

that doesn’t mean you are not important.

Even if people don’t approve of you,

that doesn’t mean you are not worthy.

Even if you try today and fail,

that doesn’t mean you won’t make it tomorrow.

Even if you think of taking your life,

that doesn’t mean you must do it.

 That feeling is just there for a while.

It reminds you that even if you are hurting at this moment,

you will be healed, restored and even better to face the new day.

by Sindi Mongake
© 2005/08/04
 

When I wrote this poem my life was in a big mess I couldn’t see tomorrow. Meaning that there was no tomorrow for me, and I gave up dreaming because it didn’t make any sense. I was tired of living, of thinking, of feeling.
I have tried to kill myself because I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, but I came to realization that there is hope and that the better life is possible. But if I succeed in suicide, I wouldn’t be here and experience what I am experiencing now and that I am not alone in the battle. So I would like to dedicate this to all the women who have suffered life adversities and scramble. I just want everyone to hold on to life.

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About the author

Sindi is a singer, activist and mother. In 2006, she supported and performed at the Chosen FEW fundraising event held at Zethu Matebeni’s home in Melville. She shared her brilliant thoughts and expertise with former staff members at the Forum for the Empowerment of Women (FEW).
She cares…



2013 April 21: A piece of Me

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by Star Kool

Maybe love did live here once upon a time.

When the sky was still blue and less invaded.

When the grass was still green and natural.

When the air still smelt fresh and less polluted.

I long for something so real and non judgemental.

Give me something grounded, give me something rooted.

Give me something real, give me something honest.

Something so natural, give me something pure.

Give me love my sweet, but give me truth.

Give me something solid, give me unbreakable.

Give me joy and excitement right through.

Lay down with me and bless me with your love.

Don’t corrupt my heart, but let it run free.

Don’t judge me by mt past. I’m doing right by you.

Brush away the pain, sooth me with your touch.

Maybe love still, just still leaves here just waiting for you.

May my wait ing be not invain.

Let my heart find you

Let your heat hear my heartbeat.

Follow the sound of your heartbeat

I’m readyto give you a piece of me.

A piece of me you shall have.

Maybe love still lives here

© 18/04/2013

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About the author

Name is Star Kool, lives in JHB a Pisces by nature who feels and understand pain. A compassionate soul who finds solitude in music to help her reconnect. I believe music and poetry are sisters separated at birth.

Owner of LesGirls Entertainment (Party Page). Writing is what I do when my mind can’t handle all the pressures of this World.

Been writing short poems and songs for as long as I can remember. This piece was based on the unanswered questions my heart had been asking than. I hope that somehow, somewhere your heart can relate.

 


2013 April 11: Your kiss. Our touch. My Muse

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by Christie FossilSoul 

You remember the times when I would

Kiss your neck and suck your nipples until you can’t breathe…

I like taking my time tracing the contours of your body with my lips…

REWIND, wait, wait, wait…

I love it when you are undressing me with your eyes

When your lips touching my lips string together an orchestra

For the symphony about to take place…

And when the music begins

Its sensations are more intense
than I could have ever imagined.

I find my poetry in perception,

Words unspoken of the thoughts riddling your mind

That I would never come to know,

Were they not deciphered

By the music we compose when we make love.

I find the words of your thoughts

Traced along your fingertips

As you softly caress my sense-heightened skin as if to say

‘If you grasp nothing else of all of my affection to you,

please be assured of the absolute truth in my adoration of you
when I TOUCH YOU’

When I touch you…

When you touch me, when you touch me…

You touch me, leading me to the emotions of your thoughts,

Do you remember that?

The thoughts of how much you want to say without saying it

But rather just being it.

One day I’ll sing for you while we’re making love

When we’re high on each other and you’re deep inside me

As we move to the rhythm of my heart meeting your beat

Our heart beats

Fingers locked

Our bodies slippery, all over each other lubbed by the heat of our passion

Ah babe, yea speak beauty indeed to me

Coz words can never be enough for the language of beauty

Heart to heart, let’s just speak the language of beauty

For words have become insufficient

Sex, fucking, loving, licking,

talking, reciting, eating;

Kissing, sucking, caressing,

moaning, breathing deeeppp, Gasping for air,

You, Me, wine, strawberries, bed, music,

NOW…YEEESSSS!

My poetry moves mountains within even me

since we met

Please never cease to be my MUSE!

© 11/04/2013

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Previous by Christie

2013 April 10: Another black lesbian activist has fallen

and

2012 Nov. 20: Mourning on commission


2013 May 3: I resent you

2013 May 20: Nqobile Zungu & Collen Mfazwe’s album

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2013 May 20:  Nqobile Zungu & Collen Mfazwe's album

… Nqobile’s portrait by Collen Mfazwe (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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Mimi’s daughter playing with stones.
Photo by Nqobile Zungu (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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A boy from the neighbor, photo by Nqobile Zungu. (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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Mimi during interview seen through the Canon 60D lcd screen. Photo by Nqobile Zungu. (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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Mimi & daughter at home.
Photo by Nqobile Zungu. (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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Close up portrait of Jade.
Photo by Collen Mfazwe. (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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Jade browsing through facebook.
Photo by Nqobile Zungu. (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.

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Some of Inkanyiso members at the black lesbian home.
Photo by Collen Mfazwe. (18/05/2013). Parktown.

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Boys from the hood peeping through the fence.
Photo by Nqobile Zungu. (19/05/2013). White City, Soweto.


2013 May 20 : Intellectual lesbians

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by Jamilla Madingwane

It was not until I had to write this article that intellect became a very complex theme for me. I tried to break it down cognitively and artistically and I realised that intellect is a multi-dimensional, philosophical term on its own; because first and for most, what does it mean to be an intellect?
How does one tell intellects apart from non intellects?
At what point can one be labelled an intellect?

I was so keen to write this article, my first thoughts were:
“I’m going to interview all the educated lesbians I know.”
They are educated right?
So this means they are very intellectual people. As I jotted my questions down on all that I needed them to answer a voice echoed inside me like a little child and reminded me that I’m confusing intelligence with education. Confusing?
I ignored the voice and continued typing my questions down frantically, the voice still echoed and said: “but you do know this, not all educated people are intellects.”

It was at this point that I remembered educationalist like Howard Gardner. He looked at the human species and concluded that people have different types of intelligences, (he didn’t say they have to be educated) he broke them into nine:

*  The logical – mathematical (deals with reasoning and numbers)

*  The spatial (ability to visualise with the mind’s eye)

*  The linguistic (deals with language and words)

*  The bodily – kinaesthetic
(deals with the physical control of the body’s emotions)

*  The musical (sensitivity to sound and rhythm)

*  Interpersonal (interaction with others)

*  Intrapersonal (self-reflective capacities)

*  Existential ( spiritual or religious intelligence)

Now I am trying as much as I can to take an objective view on this topic. Looking at all these kinds of intelligences, I conclude by saying:
“lesbian people are the most intelligent people I know.”
I will make one point of reference to back this statement up. I met two lesbians in Durban about two years ago (and education has nothing to do with this, they did not get University education). They were both waitresses, they were so good with maths it was unbelievable, their imaginations expanded beyond the obvious, they were artists, which meant they were linguistically inclined, one was also a dancer, they sensed rhythm, had good interactions with others and could self-reflect and they had their own views and philosophies about religion and spirituality. One does not get more intelligent than that.

I once had a person who said to me: “you are too intelligent to be a lesbian.” You can have everything going right for you. You can get a handsome educated husband and raise intellectual kids.” I looked at them from the side frames of my eye glasses and said: “I am too intelligent, that’s why I am a lesbian.”
See, lesbians have personality, they have character, they are those people that would write poems that can move the world, take pictures that tell multiple stories of Africa, sing notes that mirror the world as a whole.
Albert Einstein said “we should take care not to make the intellect our God; it has of course powerful muscles but no personality.” And D.T Suzuki said “let intellect alone, it has its usefulness in its proper sphere but let it not interfere with a flowing of the life stream.”

On this note I asked one lesbian woman what it means for her to be an intellectual lesbian, she said that for her it means being intelligent enough not to conform to the indoctrinations of the world. It means crafting her own destiny, it means being intelligent enough to know that love does not come in the form of genitals one have but it comes in spirit. For her, she regards herself as intelligent because she is educated and talented but her life is a stream that flows on its own and her eyes are blind to gender, her mind is open to endless possibilities.
She referred to her mind as a universe crafted inside her skull and she asked me: “do you see the beauty of it, can you imagine endless horizons, twinkling stars, galaxies, shooting meteors, planets, all in my mind?
Now that’s why I am an intellectual lesbian.” I looked at her with a smile shimmering in the corners of my mouth because I knew that her mind was crafted as mine, just as she described it.

All the intellectual lesbians I spoke to said one thing in common.
“We are not trying to be men, (and men were known to be the most intellectual, invented things came up with theories after theories, and women were silences), the world has us confused and they do not even take time to try and get to know us, undo the misconceptions they have. We were not abused or hurt by any male figure; we are not men in women’s bodies”.

This topic can be explored in a lot of ways, there is a lot to be said but in my own view it comes down to this: “lesbians are humans beings with character and we all know that character is higher than intellect, a great soul will be strong to live as well as think.”
Lesbians are also the strongest people I know; they still walk with their heads held up high everyday knowing that the world shuns them. They wait for harsh words, punches, stone and even bullets to be thrown at them by the world as they justified that with the book of Leviticus in the bible, still they live on.

I am an intellectual lesbian, a person who lives a life of the mind. I pursue knowledge for its own sake. I have a natural curiosity.
What do you expect?
My mind is as colourful as a rainbow, it hopes and yearns, and it’s flooded with rains of imagination. The rainbow is painted but Mother Nature herself as a promise that there will be no floods no more, so how could I go wrong under the rainbow flag? I am an intellectual lesbian and there are many more others where I come from and this time we are not hiding it from anyone. We are made of fire, air, earth and water; it does not get more intellectual than this.

About the author

Jamilla's portrait by Collen Mfazwe (19.05.2013)

Jamilla’s portrait by Collen Mfazwe (19.05.2013)

Jamilla is a feminist, writer, poet and university student.


2013 June 4: My Only Man

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by Maureen Velile Majola

“In South Africa a woman is more likely to be raped than learn how to read”
text borrowed from 1in9 campaign struggle t-shirt worn by one of the mourners at Noxolo Nogwaza’s funeral in 2011.

Many of you will think about this statement while some of you will just brush it off. It is true in South Africa a woman has become a subject and men are the only human beings with feelings.

February 2013 marked the most horrifying case ever; Anene Booysens was found brutally murdered and raped.

Seeing this on the news raised a lot of questions for me. There have been far worse cases of rape and murder that were conducted on lesbian women and no one, I mean no one in the government has taken a stand and said NO to the killings of Lesbian and Transgender women.

As a young woman in South Africa, I feel unsafe, I don’t trust any man and every man is a potential rapist to me. I believe that this is a feeling that is shared by many women and children in this country. We can’t trust our fathers, brothers, uncles, grandfathers and neighbors. We live in fear of being the next victim of rape or another statistic that will be added to the horrifying statistics of this country.

I have a story to tell about a man in my life. He is a different man from the men I usually write about. He is charming, caring, loving, and honest and NOT a violent man. This is a tale many women and children don’t live to tell or they don’t have any good memories of the men in their lives because they have become beasts that seek to harm them in every way possible.


My only MAN

Reflected on the 26 March 2013

It was in 1990 on the 30th of September when my mother gave birth to me. She named me Velile, meaning I have appeared. She gave me this name because she wanted a girl child and that’s what she got.

When I first took my baby steps my grandfather was there. He held my hand till I could walk on my own. He became a father, a brother, my bible study friend and my pillar of strength.

I remember coming home from school to find amasi waiting for me to eat. He understood that I always came home from school feeling really hungry so every day I’d come home to a bowl of amasi, which was prepared with love. I’d find him reading the bible with my grandmother and he’d read me a few scriptures that motivated me in life.

Every morning he’d wake me up and help me prepare for school. My favorite man would wash my back every morning and help me dry myself. He’d be watching as I put on my uniform and head to school.

I knew from an early age that granddad loved me. I never needed to hear him say it but I just knew he did, it was all written in his eyes. Each time I did something wrong he’d discipline me. He was never a violent man, he’d never raise his voice when he spoke to any one and he always, I mean always made one understand their wrongs and help you find your feet.

Grandpa was inyanga (healer) ubelapha abantwana ikakhulukazi inyoni ngoba iyona evamise ukubulala izingane ezincane futhi ubengumpetha wayo. He was also Umfundisi (a priest) wase Zion. He led his congregation with pride and dignity. He preached and lived the gospel. He was an honest and truthful man; everything about him was real.

His herbs fascinated me so I learned some of them and how to use them. I am a fast learner so it was no problem for me. With enthusiasm I watched him every time when he had a client and I’d help him out sometimes; since I knew some herbs he had taught me. Slowly I became like his personal assistant and I loved every minute I spent with him.

It was early 2007 when he got really ill. For the very first time my grandpa was sick and I could tell he was not going to make it. He started getting weak, having pains in his tummy, his feet got swollen and he got worse by the day. I came home one afternoon to find him sitting in his favorite chair. I greeted him as I walked to the bedroom to put my books away then I went back to him. We had a little chat then he told me his getting weak and he doubts he’ll make it. My heart broke but I knew I had to be strong. Grandpa asked me ukuthi ngimucabe emaqakaleni khona kuzophuma igazi ebelimile futhi livuvukalisa iyinyawo zakhe. I did just that while we were talking about random things.

On the 17th May 2007 a day before his birthday and on my cousin’s birthday, he took his last breath in a hospital bed. I knew this day was coming but I didn’t think it would be so soon. It came too soon. I was not ready. I didn’t know how to react so I didn’t react at all. I went into “pause mode” then a strong face. Everyone showed some emotion but I couldn’t show any at that moment as I hid it with bravery. My focus was on allowing my mother to grieve and share her emotions. It was not about me but my entire family so I had no time to nurse my emotions.

His passing broke me to pieces that no one can ever put back. I lost a great part of my life and no one ever cared to ask how I was feeling. Everyone thought I was strong, some thought I did not have any emotions.

I miss my grandpa so much, life was so much better with him around. I lost a sense of belonging that day, I knew I would never belong anywhere. He was my rock, my strength and a friend. Umkhulu understood me when no one else did. Ever since his been gone NO one understands me in the family, they think I’m crazy or something.

Life without umkhulu is really hard. Everyday is a struggle, trying to find myself, to find meaning to my life and to live life as a happy child again. Nothing is the same without him.

I miss coming home to amasi and a quick check in about my day and his, our small chats and watching him elapha ingane noma umuntu omdala. My heart still aches at the thought of facing another day without him. I know he would have been proud of me when I received an award last year; he was going to share that moment with me. Umkhulu wanted everyone to be happy. A lot of things I know today are through his teachings. I am a strong young woman who understands life and its ups and downs because umkhulu made sure I knew from an early age that its a cruel world out there.

I learned about God and my Ancestors at a tender age. Besihlabela amadlozi ekhaya and praised God everyday. We are a Christian family who performed traditional things and followed culture. Everyday before eating he’d make sure we pray for that food and give thanks to God for providing us with the little we have. From as young as four (4) years old I knew how to say ubaba wethu osezulwini no nkosi busisa lokudla. He instilled the culture of ubuntu in us and showed us the importance of giving thanks to the almighty God.

The house feels empty without him. Sometimes I pray for one more day with umkhulu just to tell him how I feel. Grandpa has to be the coolest man I’ve ever known.


Amasi
= sour milk

Ubuntu = humanity

Umkhulu = grandfather

Ukudla = food

Omdala = old person

Previous articles by Maureen


2013 May 16: Don’t touch ME!

and

2012 March 20: There’s a strawberry garden between your legs

and

2013 March 14: Please don’t…

and

2012 December 27: on 2012 LGBTI Recognition awards

and

2013 Feb. 14: A love note for you


and

2013 Feb. 4:  The other me


2013 June 4: emotional confusion of a break-up

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 I walk with my head down because I don’t want anyone’s eyes to meet my sadness
Your name still echoes in my thoughts
You are still my first sight before I introduce my eyes to a new day
I wish you were just a fictional story and that
I made up your character in the left side of my brain
Moving on takes patience and I had the patience to be with you so I’ll be fine

I convinced myself to love you
I have no wishes for you, you took them all
I’m not angry I’m frustrated,
I’m hurt by the fact that I gave you the keys to my world
You made flesh wounds that needed stitches to close the pain
I couldn’t change you like the circumstances around me,
the weather, the day of the week, your past
You made me spineless, senseless

It hurts to say your name
See your name
Speak of your name
Hear your name from another mouth
It hurts when someone has your name
My heart is not installed with a clock
so this heartbreak of mine has no understanding of time
I found beauty in your feet because of your footsteps
and the way they imprinted the ground
and I could always see the steps that you’ve taken to get to where you are

I hope you find something or someone you are passionate about
so that you can know how it’s like to live for passion
I’m sorry I never inspired your life,
I never made you look at it through the lens of a spectrum
This isn’t my life, this is someone else’s story
While we were sitting behind bars, I should have realised,
it should have clicked to me that I was always your jail bird,
cause I was always sitting behind the bars of your limitation
There was always a limit to the way you loved me or liked me,
I’m finding it hard to know your difference
I keep inflicting pain on myself, razor blade against my skin
Razor blade for all the times I made you cringe when I touched you
Razor blade for all the times I was too butch for you
Razor blade for all the times I didn’t listen to my cry
Razor blade for all the times I wasn’t enough
Razor blade for wanting more for you
Razor blade for the alcohol that made you see me as sexy
in fact we should give that one a round of applause
that’s the best alcohol ever because on those nights I felt wanted by you,
you even cuddled too
Razor blade
Slice, I want to see the pain seep out of these lines
I tried to die
inside I wanted to kill every moment that I shared with you
Just so that your scent would rub off from my soul

Some of these words are lies
The truth is I just want you to read in between the lines
So that you could see that I still see you
I told you I painted a portrait of you in between the stars
And I still sit outside at night for hours just so that I could be closer to your face
I would still walk hours under the blanket of the night and blaze with the sun
Just to capture a minute in your eyes
Our goodbye was not the best
And now I’m bitter/sweet
Confused at the fact that I’m not letting you go
But rather I’m letting you know that
It will get easy
To know that I shared a love with you
That I gave you my time
That at some point your reflected my happiness

You were the reason for the stitches in my tummy because
You made me laugh
No-one expected us to be together for long
In-fact I think we both were too enthusiastic
But I rate it’s cause we knew what we shared
When we were behind closed doors
When our conversations high fived each other
When our jokes became our laugh out loud show
When you were soft, honest with yourself
I’m truly sorry I wasn’t the one for you
My truth is I want to be with someone who never doubts wanting to be with me
No-matter what happens
Even when the weather changes
They still see me through the mist
It’s that simple.

 by Andiswa Dlamini
© 2013


Previous by Andiswa

2013 May 3: I resent you

and

2013 Feb. 10: Parts



2013 June 13: Besame Mucho

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With an infuriatingly sexy message
Lust sweeps my mind
Dust rapidly kisses
The unformed nipples
At my ankles
Like sounds of dozens of bearded lips
Calling cats
Besame
Besame Mucho
First
Her stare will taste my eyes
Then
As my lids drop
From that thick lick
Like tongue on ice cream
I’ll see her hands gesturing
For me to look up again
Her teeth, mouth, tongue
Says
Discover me
Besame
Besame Mucho
Then our eyebrows will have a conversation
Questions answered by questions
Do you want to?
Do you want to kiss me?
© Nosana Sondiyazi
21/05/2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPaCJh9vuzE

About the author
Online Publisher - Nosana Sondiyazi – Director of Physical Divine Poetry Magazine Documentary Videography
Published works on:

YouTube Channels : 
Nosana Sondiyazi & Nosana Khanyisa

(Self) portrait of the author

(Self) portrait of the author


HIGHLIGHTS

2007  Nosana Sondiyazi wrote, directed and acted in her first one woman play entitled Escapism: The Poedrama, toured Free State, Gauteng & Eastern Cape.
2008  Studied Vedic Philosophy with Bhakti Yoga Centre Free State
2009  Studied Dramatic Arts at the University of the Free State
2010  Launched Physical Divine as a Public Relations Company by honouring 10 Top Professional & Business Woman in the Free State
2011  Launched Physical Divine Online Magazines & Blog
2012  Launched Physical Divine on YouTube
2013  Shooting poetry video’s. Concept development for stage productions. More blogging and many art likes on facebook.

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2013 June 21: Yesterday’s Reality Check

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Breakfast dialogue:

Reality check: Understanding the lives of sexual minority women in South Africa.
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Is lack of knowledge and misunderstandings causing sensationalism and victimhood in the media?

Each time we are represented by outsiders, we are merely seen as victims of rape and homophobia. Our lives are always sensationalized, rarely understood.

Zanele Muholi

faces99What does it mean to be female, lesbian and black in South Africa today?
How do we ensure a more accurate portrayal and how do we contribute to an increased understanding?

Friday 21. June
Time: 08:30 – 10:00
Venue: FOKUS “Verdensrommet” 4 etg., Storgt. 11, Oslo

The portrayal of African women and African lesbians by development organisations and media is often marked by sensationalism and victimization. Why are women and sexual minorities so rarely shown as active agents of change and persons with different positions and roles?

South African photographer Zanele Muholi counteracts victimization through visual activism.

Maureen Velile Majola Photo by Zanele Muholi (2012)

Maureen Velile Majola
Photo by Zanele Muholi (2012)

Together with fellow youth activist and poet Maureen Majola, Muholi will share her experiences and reflections on what it means to be female, lesbian and black in South Africa today.

One dilemma when using various media to create public attention is the appeal to emotions, use of stereotypes and simplification.
SAIH has contributed to the debate on this topic within the development sector in Norway and internationally. President of SAIH, Anja Bakken Riise, will share her reflections on how Norwegian organisations can contribute to a more accurate representation. Arne Backer Grønningsæter is a researcher at the renowned research foundation FAFO. His research focus is South Africa, Norway, sexual minorities and HIV/AIDS. Grønningsæter will share some reflections on the struggle for gay rights in South Africa and Norway.

In the panel: Visual activists Zanele Muholi and Maureen Majola from South Africa and www.inkanyiso.org, researcher Arne Backer Grønningsæter (FAFO), President of SAIH Anja Bakken Riise, www.saih.no State Secretary in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Arvinn Gadgil.

Moderator: Gro Lindstad, Executive Director FOKUS www.fokuskvinner.no

Registration: gj@fokuskvinner.no /tlf. 23 01 03 00, by June 19.


Related articles
2013 June 21: The Princess of Norway pitched just for Muholi

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http://www.kongehuset.no/nyhet.html?tid=116719&sek=26939

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2013 June 20 Inkanyiso Sees The Rainbows with Norwegians



Previous articles by Maureen

2012 December 27: on 2012 LGBTI Recognition awards


2013 July 10: Photos from Duduzile Zozo’s memorial service

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2013 July 10  Duduzile Zozo's memorial service

Nombulelo Dlamini holding the candle during the memorial of a dear friend Dudu Zozo,
they both attended the church together.

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Ayanda Magoloza, a Thokoza resident and spokesperson for Ihawu,
speaking volumes and fearlessly at the memorial service

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Seated in the front row far right covered with grey stripe shawl is the mother of the slain Duduzile Zozo at the memorial

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A friend and survivor of ‘curative rape’ Bianca expressing her anger on how Dudu was killed

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A female neighbor introducing the devastated father of Dudu
to the activists, audience and supporters

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Some members of Ihawu and friends came to support in large numbers

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Members of ANC listening to the speakers attentively

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FEW Projects Manager, Nokhwezi Hoboyi sharing sentiments and consents about lack of support from Women’s League when there are no hate crimes…

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Our respected Pastor Teboho, who opened the memorial with a prayer.
She preached at the funeral of the late Noxolo Nogwaza’s funeral in 2011, KwaThema. Nogwaza’s hate crime case is still unresolved

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Pastor Teboho, a dedicated member of the community and concerned citizen who denounce any gender based violence especially rampant hate crimes in SA townships and beyond

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Phindi Malaza, a spokesperson for the Forum for the Empowerment of Women (FEW)
deeply agitated by the recent murder of Dudu, addressing the audience

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The face of the deceased in the program

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A friend and neighbor who shed a tear… could not control her frustration of how the residents heard Dudu’s screams but ignored it as they thought that it was a drunk person.
Question she left the audience with, “Are drunk people not worthy of protection?”

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Struggle songs were the order of the afternoon. With more than 300 people in attendance.

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Mam’Mdaki, a proud mother of a lesbian who asked other mothers,
“If we don’t love and give support to our lesbian and gay children at our homes, how do we expect outsiders to love our children.?”

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African National Congress (ANC) Women’s League came in large numbers 3 days after Democratic Alliance (DA) held the march in the same township in honor of Dudu

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A staunch member of ANC women’s league who introduced her comrades who were seated in front seats that ended up blocking the view of Zozo family

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L- R: Sego, Zi and Lebo, are devoted visual activists and reports from Iranti-org documenting the memorial alongside Inkanyiso crew.

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Location:  Thokoza Youth Centre, Khumalo Street. Thokoza. East of Johannesburg.

More than 300 people – mainly organisational members, fellow activists and friends attended the memorial service of Duduzile Zozo (26) who was brutally (dis)membered on the 30th June 2013 few metres away from her family home.
Paying tributes were friends and neighbors who could not hold their angst and the brutality in which she was killed.
What made things worse is that the family had to delay the funeral due to financial constraints and Dudu was the breadwinner at home.

Photo Album by Zanele Muholi (10.07.2013)

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2013 Aug. 9: Muholi being seen by fellow artists

2013 Aug. 15: The documentation of black LGBTI in South Africa

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Uncomfortable political representations and the public imagination

by Jeremiah Sepotokele.

The documentation of lives of the black Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Intersex (LGBTI) community remains one of the most socially and politically contested space in South Africa.

Jeremiah, one of the Citizen Journalism workshop who wrote an article

Jeremiah, speaking at the Gay and Lesbian Memory In Action (GALA) website launch called Hear Us Out held on the 17th May 2013 in Braamfontein. Johannesburg.

Documentation is a powerful instrument which has significant political meaning because of its preservative strength and generally can be used as an important point of reference in asserting queer existence. I would be narrowing my focus specifically to “black” queer documentation as I believe that is where the inadequacies particularly lie. Although there have been literary and academic projects that have performed the function of documenting black queer identities in South Africa, I would like to consider the problematic representations made where these projects are mostly directed by white professionals.
Moreover it is also the dominance of white queer narratives which are problematic as they consistently make it impossible to conceive black queer existence.

Some SA books with LGBTI content

Some SA books with LGBTI content

There is a significant shortage in a number of black writers, artists, academics, etc. producing work in queer identity and culture that thoroughly reflects the black condition in this country. Zanele Muholi is one of the very few professionals that have responded to these frustrating inadequacies in queer representation.  Muholi’s documentation of black lesbian, gay and transgender community in townships and beyond speaks to lack of representation and it is in this lack that our stories are susceptible to further misrepresentations.  So claiming these spaces means that we insist in the mainstreaming of our lives.

Furthermore it is also essential to recognize that this dynamic raises the inequality which exists even in the LGBTI community; white privilege against black hard-up reality. I would like to believe that there are many black queer South Africans who are excellent story-tellers and artists; however there are limited outlets which are available. It cannot be ignored that this screams volumes in what remains the priority in the general documentation of queer identity and I cannot help it but grasp it as something that is of racial-political significance. Maybe one might assume that I am over-playing the race card here, but it is a fact that the majority of the queer literature (scholarly, artistic, literary works) is been produced by white professionals.

This is often taken for granted because there are assumptions that the realities of members of the LGBTI community are purely similar and that seems to condense our individual struggles into a single tin. This is a very dangerous assumption to make because we are first and foremost “raced” and with that follows our individual economic and cultural background which is undisputedly significant. Considering our cultural contexts comes in the light of the debates made around how un-African homosexuality is, and it is the lack of black LGBTI documentation that potentially and materially harms the advancement of black-queer identity in dominant Africanised institutions. So then this goes to perpetuating that homosexuality is un-African if we are going to always question the accessibility of forums that allow for the ownership of black-queer representation.

Balancing Act (2005) cover photo by Zanele Muholi. Book title named by Donna Smith & Zanele Muholi

Balancing Act (2005) cover photo by Zanele Muholi.
Edited by Joanne Bloch and Karen Martin. 
Book title named by Donna Smith & Zanele Muholi

Finally I do concede to the fact that it is a difficult one but it is important that we interrogate who really documents “black” LGBTI lives in South Africa.  Furthermore, who is responsible for the lack thereof. The question of accessibility of alternative forums is a sticky one as it intricately linked with socio-economic politics of this country and therefore how does one suggest navigation from this thorny reality if one can’t even afford to access alternative platforms.

About the author

*Jeremiah Sepotokele is a 3rd year LLB student at the School of Law, Wits University.
He is an Editorial Associate at the Wits Student Law Journal for Southern Africa and a Teaching Fellow at the South African Constitutional Literacy and Service Initiative. 

Previous on/ by Jeremiah

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2013 Aug. 13: Love Transcends and Love Prevails

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2013 May 18: After Mask … Hear Us Out



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2013 Sept. 9: The Only Drag Queen with a Degree

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Odidi’s performance at Beefcakes, Sea Point (2009)
Photo by Zanele Muholi


Odidi Mfenyana
born in Bo-Kaap, Cape Town, describes himself as a trailblazer, someone who is the physical manifestation of a human bridge between the past, present and the future – a living embodiment of South Africa’s miracle, that is a robust and powerful energy for renewal and transformation.

He calls himself an Arts Practitioner and heads Odid! Arts & Entertainment Solutions, a company he owns.
He is also a performing artist, social activist, social commentator, creative artist, musician, etc.
The undeniable Mfenyana studied at Tertiary: Waterfront Theatre School and the Cape Academy of Dramatic Arts, earning the Trinity College Performer’s Certificate in 1999.
In 2010 he earned a Certificate in Business Acumen for Artists from the University of Cape Town Graduate School for Business.

His energy is unstoppable and his sights are set far.  His future endeavours include studying at Kaospilots in AarhusDenmark, helping a new South African political party become a force in South African politics in time for the 2014 National Elections, growing his company to become an important Arts & Entertainment Company that will impact and help transform the syllabus for all Performing Arts at Tertiary Institutions in South Africa.   His overall vision is to change South Africa “into a proud and united nation that masters a fluency in human potential.”

Odidiva II District 6, Cape Town, Jan. 2010 Photo by Zanele Muholi

Odidiva II
District 6, Cape Town, Jan. 2010
Photo by Zanele Muholi

This may sound like an eclectic mix of things for one person but Mfenyana lets you know in good time that he is driven.  In his words he says he wants people to know about “my talent, my stage presence, my ability to draw in an audience and hold them captive – both a gift and a curse, like having the calling of the ancestors to be a sangoma.
Its purity can never be diluted the commune of magic, the hand of God, but its effects are not always welcome or understood, the jealousy, envy and cruelty that can come from those whom it frightens can have really damaging effects on me” he says.  But that awareness does not slow him down, it only spurs him on.  He however had to learn to deal with it after realising it was taking a toll on him and his thoughts taking a dip.
He states “I once had faith in poison and that it could release me of the darkness but now I have come to understand and care for myself and respect my gift profoundly!”

As a child ... at Holy Cross Church mission

Far right Odidi as a child … at Holy Cross Church mission

Born into a family that consisted of both his parents and 2 siblings.  He was treated as laatlammetjie (the baby of the family).  He and his now retired parents, whom he lives with, have always gotten on very well.
Because he identifies as a gay man, his siblings seemingly have a problem with it.  He says of the matter “My sister thinks she’s okay but subconsciously it’s apparent in her behaviour and some of the things she says that it does not sit well with her completely.
My brother never quite reconciled with the idea or dealt with it.  Subsequently, we not very close.  My parents accepted me a long time ago, because I pretty much have been the same personality since I was a child.”

He says that is not to say they were not afraid for him though.  His mother once told him that she wept when he came out to her.  Upon inquiring why at a much later time, she said “my son you are already a Black Man in South Africa.
Now why would you want to be Black, African & Gay?”

He thinks back and remembers that “it was internalised for us that white was right.
I grew up knowing that to be white, blonde with blue eyes was the epitome of living the best life.  Looking at it today it is not even true.  Most white people are not even blue eyed blondes.
Sad as it is some African children could not be convinced that white was not always right.”
He says that remnants of those internalization/s still linger in his subconscious especially when trying to find reflections of himself in society at large.
That however does not make him shun diversity –he thrives in it.
He still asks “but really how many times can I find Black Gay Men on Television living my life?”
Everyday my life is an example that you can be successful, well-spoken and fabulous even as a Black Gay African.

Odidi as Shirley Bassey... Cape Town (2009)

Odidi as Shirley Bassey… Cape Town (2009)

Mfenyana who identifies as gay, says he can butch it up if needs be.  As a performer he gets to straddle both sides.  He says of his sexuality and gender identity “sexual orientation is my sexuality which is mostly homosexual but not completely. Gender identity is the difference between Odidi and ODIDIVA. Odidi is a gay man. ODIDIVA is female even if she does have a penis tucked away and fake boobs, her gender identity is female.

Although he is not in any kind of relationship right now, he views gay relationships as being like any other relationship when it’s good it’s really good, when it’s bad it’s really bad.
He feels that often time extra baggage is carried into relationships and that is what the real problem is.

He says he lives according to the fabulous RuPaul’s sign off: “IF YOU CAN’T LOVE YOURSELF, HOW THE HELL YOU GONNA LOVE ANYBODY ELSE?,
CAN I GET AN AMEN?”

AMEN and werk!

He also feels that it is important for one to have self-awareness and self-love in order to love another. “I am finally learning to love myself, learning that I don’t need to hide my true self or change and modify it for people to love or like me.  I am learning to value myself, my work, my body and my soul.”

The violence in the county is making everyone take pause.  Mfenyana laments the state of affairs by noting that “what Apartheid did to us IS a crime against our humanity that manifests itself in so many violent ways. Africans from other parts of our continent marvel at our anger and violence. We are a hurt nation and black men especially feel this. It’s scary, it’s painful to see it happening so much in our country.”

He was moved to say something about this shameful culture taking root that he did a Public Service Announcement (PSA) with Jack Lewis, which can be viewed by clicking this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5z-grpZOwRU

He did it because he is afraid it could happen to him, his family and especially female relatives like his sister and brother’s daughters, his nieces.
It is important to understand the past he says, in order to better understand where the future is taking the populace.
“We must not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it.
We need to see how our collective experience can serve to benefit us in a symbiotic vision of our future.”  He believes the struggle will continue until everyone has the same opportunities and basic human rights.
“We need to belong to a nation where we ARE all BORN EQUAL.”

He currently lives in Plumstead, a former white middle and working class Suburb, where several gays of different walks are visible, no one is bothered about or by that too much.  He says the neighbourhood is a melting pot with many “characters” such that LGBT doesn’t stand out much at the end of the day.

That does not mean he has not seen his fair share of spirit breaking happenings. He is not broken though, only fired up.  “I will tell you that even though life in South Africa is tough, it is still the best place for me. I have travelled to over 16 international cities and stayed and lived in some 10 cities in Europe, Australia and Africa, and I will tell you that South Africa is not easy but it’s better than anywhere else in Africa.
I have a passion for my country, a love that runs deep, my life is lived so that it may continue to rise from the vomit of white supremacy and become the true rainbow nation of God.
If I were a leader of this beautiful country, I would focus on true and comprehensive reconciliation as well as transformation.”

Mfenyana was introduced to Zanele Muholi by Joost Bosland, (Art curator/ Director) who happen to be their friend.
Bosland thought they would really get on and true to form they took to each other. Muholi challenged him to take himself, his life and his work, seriously and he took heed. He had previously been scared to reveal his ambitions beyond the comfort of family and close friends.  Although having partied the previous evening with friends, he made the early morning photo shoot.
In his vivid description while reminiscing, he shares “I looked like a Courtney Love’s African coke whore sister after she’d been sucking cock in the rain all night.
I cleaned myself a bit (plastered the base) and kept my Afro wig on for the shoot.
My body was fit from
2 classes of Muay Thai kickboxing a week, so we shot me topless in heels.”

The rest is history. His poster accompanies his poem THE AFRO IS AFRICAN.
“…the Afro in order to keep growing it needs nourishment,  plaiting, placating but most of all it need uThando, love…”

Mfenyana is an avid Muay Thai Kickboxer who enjoys other hobbies such as mixing music, reading, collecting music, building social media presence, supporting Arsenal Football Club, watching television shows & going to the movies.


2013 Sept. 20: Successful fo(u)nd exhibition opening in Amsterdam

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2013 Sept. 20: Successful  Fo(u)nd exhibition opening in Amsterdam

All photos by Najib Nafib (6th Sept. 2013)
Where:  Amsterdam
What: fo(u)nd opening

Special thanks to Prince Claus Fund for making the exhibition possible.

For further reading click here

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2013 Sept. 30: Intimate kisses at Soweto Pride 2013

2013 Oct. 10: The Artivist Talk visuals

2013 Oct. 16: I am a beautiful young dyke, a woman lover

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Oyama Mbopa
is a freelance artist who specialises in acting, dancing, singing as well as stunt performance.  She was born in the Eastern Cape in November of 1981 and grew up with her mother and three siblings.
She is a self-proclaimed lover of arts and sports.
Some of the activities that she enjoys partaking in are; rock climbing, hiking, and athletics.
She is also into reading.

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Oyama Mbopa, Athlone, Cape Town, 2010
Featuring in Faces & Phases                                by Zanele Muholi

Oyama, who currently lives alone in Cape Town in the Western Province, attended the Durban University of Technology where she earned a National Diploma in Performing Arts, which was perfectly in line with her love for performing arts.

“I am a beautiful young dyke, a woman lover. In between I have my days of wearing skirts even though I look like a cute little boy” says Oyama.
She is currently not in a relationship but she quips “and if I was it would be with a woman.”
She believes that love is a feeling one shares with only one person. She believes in monogamy and safe sex and says “I, as an individual have no problem to same sex love making, as long as both parties have agreed about it and take the necessary precautions.
Her family has no problem and have no judgement against her nor her sexuality.  In her last relationship her family was supportive but her ex partner’s family had a problem of accepting who she was.

Oyama’s future plans are aimed at tackling ills that her community is grappling with.   The violence towards lesbians is in her eyes undermining lesbian relationships.  “We are not safe in our own communities.  People need to be educated that we are not just a bunch of people who are just playing house – but are serious about life and our sexuality, and the fear of the unknown is what kills our people, they are so closed minded”

She would like to eventually run for public office and become a politician where she can create a platform for other young people who come from disadvantaged backgrounds. “Though we might say we are a democratic country, when it comes to the LGBTi rights which are human rights often taken for granted and we need a serious intervention.
Corrective rape is a very big issue in our country.
Lesbians are murdered day in and day out and still the government and our so called Constitution does nothing for the LGBTi community.
I have future plans revolving around homosexuality, same sex marriage, women and children’s rights and rights of transgender people with disabilities
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On why she decided to work with Muholi, she imparted that “I’ve known Zanele since I was 16yrs old.  She’s one of those out spoken activists that had felt that enough was enough and if someone didn’t take a stand and challenge our country’s Constitution and fight for her human rights.
When she told me about the Photo Project I was looking forward to the 2nd edition because I also felt that my picture would help assist other LGBTi people to know that they are not alone in this struggle.”

 

  

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2013 Nov. 4: From Market Photo Workshop to Bremen University

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by Fikile Mazambani

 

Zanele Muholi’s name has become synonymous with her visual activism which she calls “Visual/ Art activism – an artistic approach to hate crimes” such that one can almost overlook that she is a master at how she arrives at that visual.
On 28th of October 2013, Zanele became the first South African to be appointed as an independent video and photography Honorary Professor at the University of the Arts/Hochschule für Künste Bremen in Germany.

The artist was officially welcomed to her position by Bremen’s Minister of Education and Science, Prof. Dr. Eva Quante-Brandt who presented her with her appointment letter.
The occasion was even more special because the university was also marking their 25th anniversary.
This was an inspirational time for fellow South African photographer and filmmaker, Themba Vilakazi, who was wearing many hats on that day.

As an African photographer himself, Vilakazi felt encouraged and in awe of Muholi’s accolade.  “I have never heard of anyone in South Africa who has been bestowed the honour of a professorship. I have heard of honorary degrees but this is just on another level.
Now the next stop is the Order of Ikhamanga!
They have to consider the body of work”
, he says passionately, challenging the South African government to honour one of their own as they mark 20 Years of Democracy in 2014.

Professor of Media Aesthetics, Prof. Dr Claudia Reiche believes Muholi has earned her stripes and deserves the title. “I think that Muholi is a wonderful artist, rightfully renowned in the art world as well as in the LGBT activists’ contexts.”
Muholi will be resuming her lectures on December 3, 2013 and will be “free to teach the students of digital media and others from the faculty of Art and Design during some block seminars, in a way she prefers” Dr Reiche confirmed. “I hope Zanele Muholi’s personal and artistic courage will inspire students with the courage to pursue their basic questions in
Life and Art.”

Prof. Zanele Muholi after the reception. © Themba Vilakazi (28/10/2013)

 

The Prince Clause Award laurette’s persistence has paid off.  After graduating from Market Photography Workshop in Johannesburg, she dove right into her work and started making a statement with her camera.
Faces and Phases is one of her most visible projects to date.
She knew that there were no positive images portraying lesbians and that if she, as a member of that community, did not break some doors down, no one else would.
Where there was once a void, there is now an over flowing archive.

Vilakazi says “Photography used to be a rich man’s indulgence but it has shifted, but then again it has not changed for everyone because many black families do not have family pictures.  I do not have pictures of my great grandfather and grandfather.
Faces and Phases changed that.  It is an archive that will say these faces existed at this particular phase.  It allowed those often relegated to the shadows to come to the forefront.”

Muholi’s works are a strong show of her advocating for human rights of the LGBTI community.  She says of her work “no matter how you feel about the LGBTI community, one cannot deny our existence.  We need to say we are here and work hard and be consistent” she says. She created an archive of ‘family’ portraits that future generations can pull from.

Whether you accept the LGBT persons or not, you must acknowledge that these are people who actually exist.  If they were your family, you would not portray them in a compromising way.
This is why I had to take a stand and do something.

On how she felt about this honour, she got quiet in her answer as she spoke of it being a bittersweet moment for her.
She wished her late mother would have been there to celebrate the fruits of her labour – literally.  “This energy that creates comes from her womb really. I miss my mom.”

She quickly changes gear as she becomes commanding again, emphasising that this is an attainable goal for anyone who reaches for it.
“I want any young person to know that this is possible.  We just have to work harder be consistent, focused and relevant in what we do.
We also need collaborations.  I am made by the people and I serve the people.
I am always humbled by their kindness and the way they have embraced my ideas.” 

Muholi has come full circle, starting off at the Market Workshop in Johannesburg driven by a frustration of not being able to see herself portrayed in any positive media, to perfecting her skill when she got her Master Fine Arts: Documentary Media degree
at Ryerson University, right down to now becoming the disseminator of knowledge.
She feels humbled and says this is bigger than her.
We are doing this for the collective, for our grandchildren tomorrow.”

In 2013 alone, Muholi has surpassed even her own standards, winning the Fine Prize for an emerging artist at the 2013 Carnegie International, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
She is being honoured with the prestigious Prince Claus Award, to be presented in Amsterdam in December 2013.
She won the Index on Censorship – Freedom of Expression art award in London in March, and the Mbokodo Award for Creative Photography in August.

On the 2nd of November 2013, Muholi presented her new work at Sharp Sharp exhibition, La Gaite Lyrique in Paris.

 

 

 

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2013 Dec. 8: Well organised beauty pageant with less audience

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2013 Miss Gay Lesbian Soweto pageant

 

by Lerato Dumse

 

The Miss Gay and Lesbian Soweto pageant is an idea born in the year 2000 and was turned into an annual event, until 2006. Then the strain of using money from their pockets, due to lack of funding and sponsorship, forced organisers to stop hosting the beauty pageant.

However they refused to give up, and in 2012 the beauty pageant was resuscitated. On Saturday, 7th of December 2013, Soweto Theatre hosted the 9th Miss Gay and Lesbian Soweto.

Although they have upped the standard, even changing venues, their efforts were in vain as the event failed to pull the crowd.

Mpho Maqalika performing at the 2013 Miss Gay Lesbian Soweto

Mpho Maqalika performing at the 2013 Miss Gay Lesbian Soweto

The event kicked off with a powerful poetry performance titled “unattainable soul” by Mpho “Poposki”. The poet also performed another poem titled “My complexion” which speaks of inner peace and not allowing other people’s expectations to lead us to self hatred. While Tumi Ndweni wowed the audience with a drag performance of Brenda Fassie’s Black president.

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For their first appearance on stage, the contestants were wearing white, as a way of paying tribute to former President Nelson Mandela, as well as gays and lesbians who’ve been killed.

 

Labelz & Boiki, the best MCs in town...

Labelz & Boiki, the best MCs in town…

Duo, Labelz and Boiki kept the audience entertained as MCs. The pair kept changing from one elegant outfit to another, and Labelz’ humor left people in stitches.

Eva Mofokeng leading the girls in swimwear

Eva Mofokeng leading the girls in swimwear

The swimwear category followed the tributes and was energetic and beautifully choreographed. The showstopper has to be the formal wear category, which saw contestants pull out all the stops.

The contestants impressed the audience and judges, by strutting their stuff: high heels, makeup, hairstyles and figure hugging dresses. While the lesbians looked handsome in suits, waistcoats, ties and bowties.

Once the “beauty” contest was wrapped up, the top five was selected and asked questions as a way of testing their “brains”. This section is often controversial and entertaining, and this pageant was no different.

Some of the questions asked included:

  • When did Nelson Mandela die?
  • What is the meaning of lgbti (the contestant quizzed failed to answer)?
  • Who was the first black lesbian to come out in public and the media?
  • What does the lgbti flag represent?
  • What book are you currently reading?

This section resulted in some funny, smart, dull and unfortunately not so smart answers. After the second round of questions, it was time announce the top three.

Miss 2013 Gay Soweto:  Nhlanhla 'Fiona' Thabatha, 1st Princess, Dimpho Tsotetsi and 2nd Princes Miss Tee Menu

Miss 2013 Gay Soweto: Nhlanhla ‘Fiona’ Thabatha, 1st Princess, Dimpho Tsotetsi and 2nd Princes Miss Tee Menu

The winners are:

Gays
Queen: Nhlanhla aka “
Fiona” Thabatha
1st Princess: Dimpho Tsotetsi
2nd Princess: Miss Tee Menu

Vuvu in best red outfit impressed the audience and came the 1st Prince...

Vuvu in best red outfit impressed the audience and came the 2nd Prince…

Lesbians
King:
Paballo Tholwana
1st Prince: Nini Moagi
2nd Prince: Vuvu Makubetse

All in all, the event was well organized and the contestants seemed prepared, the most disappointing part is that there was less audience than expected. We hope that the 2014 pageant will have positive vibe considering that we’ll be celebrating South African 20 Years of Democracy.

Women flaunting their all at recent 2013 Miss Gay Lesbian Soweto contest... Centred is Dimpho Tsotetsi who became the 1st Princess

Women flaunting their all at recent 2013 Miss Gay Lesbian Soweto contest… Centred is Dimpho Tsotetsi who became the 1st Princess. Photos by Zanele Muholi (2013)

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