Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The Mandela of Fort Hare



We lost a friend, a brother and a Comedian of note - Litre Kgositsile and like always, it afforded us an opportunity to meet old friends and reminisce about the good old days....Reminds me of lyrics to a song that my dearly departed father liked so much....'' Can you remember baby, talking about the good old days, can you still make love in the same old way"....Don't ask as i cannot for the life of me remember who the singer is.

So, those that were able to find their way into this photograph are Teenage, Zola, Poni, Matla, Les-Ma-ada and Sestig. Well, we all came to say farewell to the man who chose to call himself..."The Mandela of Fort Hare". May his soul rest in peace.

Well, if you are wondering why he called himself " The Mandela of Fort Hare", you surely were not a student at Fort Hare between the years 1988 and 1999. The man was as popular in Fort Hare as Mandela is in the whole world. I mean everybody - everybody knew him and everybody liked him because whenever he was around, we forgot about our low DP's....we forgot about our cruel lecturers and we even forgot about umagila ('slang for our daily diet on campus) because he dished out tons and tons of laughter.

Yes, as i pinch myself....i realise that this is not a dream. it is real...i will no longer see the only person allowed to refer to 'me' as an 'xample of a black man' He is no more.

Yes he is no more. This was the thought that visited me as i walked through Campus. We created great memories and yes he is not here to relive those memories with me.  


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

I am back.

"Oyi..Oyi, Mavuvu uyajola"........Slow down my brother, slow down....My name is not Mavuvu and angijoli Mina. I however am excited and those were the first lyrics that came to mind.
Why am I excited? ....
I am excited to be back home. I have not been blogging for some time ( approximately two years since my last blog). I am excited because the is a lot that I want to share.....my fingers are itchy....Jo mma we....they really are itching to rattle my PC keyboard and share with you what you missed out on.....as a result of my not so well thought out selfish nature. From today onwards, I promise....I will share my experiences with you as and when they happen......uyeza umoya.



Bye for now

Day Three - North Sea Jazz Festival: Rotterdam

Today (14 July), we started early. At 5.30 we were watching our first show. The Programme finishes early, that's why. We decided that today, we will watch all the unknowns but after watching the Tingvalli trio, we realized that in this world of Jazz, there are no unknowns. Everybody who is at the festival, has come to Rotterdam to watch their favorite Artist perform. I had a few that I knew an wanted to watch.....so, there are no unknowns.

It has been a great three days and it would only be fair to close it off on a high note. Sting, the English man in New York, did not disappoint. And yes, I was there....I saw him perform and I enjoyed his surprise package.......Brandford Marsalis. Wow.....He played earlier with his band and came to join his buddy to give us a perfect goodbye present.

When I left Ahoy, I took a vow. I vowed that, I am coming back to Rotterdam for the 2014 jazz festival. And this time, I will be prepared and prepared I will be. Goodbye Ahoy.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Day Two.....North Sea Jazz Festival. Rotterdam Version.

It is unavoidable, I must say it.... I must gloat. I have earned the right to gloat, I paid good money to come and stay at the NH Atlanta Rotterdam Hotel. By the day, it is proving to be money well spend. Who would have thought that one day, as I walk into a hotel overseas, I would come across a jazz after party and one of the people having fun would be Anthony Hamilton? Without the groupies.......Yes, he was there. Standing at a corner with one of his countrymen and enjoying his drink. Oh....let me stop before I start sounding like a Groupie. Anyway, I had to share this because in your wildest dreams, you never dream of watching John Legend heat up a stage with his performance, go home and whilst savouring the moment, walk into Anthony.

Yes, I said it. John did light up the stage but not as he did during his last concert in Sun City (South Africa) Phela on that day, in Sun City, he blew the rooftop away and earned himself countless kisses ( blown kisses) from both males and females......Well except from me of course. I don't roll like that.  This was the last show I watched yesterday (13 July)

Before John Legend, I had done a bit of stage hoping again. Started of at Hudson and enjoyed Charles LLoyd playing alongside Zakir Hussain and Eric Harland. Charles is truly a maestro. On the night, two instruments that he did not play, the stuff Zakil struts and a guiter. I enjoyed it....one of my traveling companions gave in....his parting shot was..." Ai, I will come back and watch Charles Lloyd when I understand his music"

He madoda, after just Lloyd....guess who I bumped into....Steve Winwood of "higher love"fame. Watched him from one of the many monitors whilst having dinner because I was not about to watch my favorite female Brazillian Artist (Ellaine Elias) on an empty stomach..aikhona. What a show....what a show. I know I did say Diana Krall mesmerized me. No word exists to describe what Ellaine did to me. I certainly am increasing my collection of her CD,s.

Jamie Cullum and the Roots were the last Acts I watched. I must say, I am not a rock and roll fan but that Jamie Cullum is surely finding his way into my collection. Roots bona, ai Dankie. The only reason why I sat in during their show was because I needed to secure my " bum on seat" for the John Legend show which you already know about.

I must say, through and through, crowd behavior was excellent. I saw a lot of scenes that could have beel well placed eOrlando Stadium or ko Ellis Park the night when Orlando Pirates and Kaizer Chiefs caused the deaths of 24 ( I think) soccer mad fans. But no stampede. Anyway, enough for today.....let me go get a haircut. I discovered a barbershop right next to my Hotel. I need to look like a gentleman tonite when I watch Sting.....maybe I could also get lucky. Who knows.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

North Sea Jazz Festival. The Rotterdam version.

It all started with a telecon conversation that took place around December between myself and my traveling partner, Tshepo Sibeko. He was asking whether I was going to attend the Cape Town Jazz Festival, to which I responded....."no baba, I would rather save for the real deal....Rotterdam". The seed was planted. In the history of the Cape Town jazz festival, which incidentally started of as the North Sea Jazz Festival (Cape Town), I probably missed two and I thought I was ripe for the real deal. Hence my response to Sibeko.

I am glad I made that decision. It's a different ball game. Well worth la-mathousand i am chowing. First of all, you have to content with with 13 jazz venues. By the time you get back to your hotel, you have walked about 5km, shuffling from venue to venue because there is so much to watch within an 8 hour time period allocated. I hope I am right....Phela iMaths was not my strong point eSkolweni.

Be that as it may, I was happy to watch 7 out of the 52 acts that performed yesterday night (11 July 2013). The only disappointment was Doug Hammond. I suppose one can discount him because of his age. We all agreed ( me and my crew) he should just go on pension. What,s worse, is that earlier in the day I met this old man in a lift ( hotel lift) who introduced himself as Doug Hammond and personally asked me to come watch his show at 7:30 ( Madeira Stage). When we were deciding on what acts to watch, I put his name into the magic hat that Sibeko was wearing and we agreed to watch him. Tjo.....after four songs we left. It was actually the fourth song that convinced us to leave.....his quintet fumbled around with lyrics and on four occasions, had to re-start the song. I was so embarrassed.....mhlaba vuleka ngingene type scenario. Hayi, this was the only blacksport for the Night.

My imaginary girlfriend wanted to watch Anthony Hamilton, so I went. That man is dynamite. I was  a bit disappointed because he didn't sing the Woo song.  From there, I went to visit my best for the night. Carlos Santana....he is the reason why I am taking guiter lessons. I want to be able to play " make somebody happy" like he does. He really rocked and his venue was packed to the rafters.

Nje ngabo Darkie ba se lokshin, the night would not have been complete without a bit of exclusivity. We then went and attended a side show ka Diana Krall. Red carpet and all.....ayi dlala Neo. I will never forget this experience. Different from watching her on my Plasma Screen. This girl from British Columbia rocks. It was also nice to see a couple of boMjozana in the crowd. Tim Dolla, Banzi Malinga and oBra Peter Tladi.

Then it was time to go smoke a bit of Zol. Monty Alexander and Roy Hargrove provided the Zol. Great shows. Angazi ukutshi ngingathini.....I really enjoyed their sets. Terrence Blanchard yena, just reminded me of my CD collection which survived my divorce settlement drama. I promised myself that when I get back home, I am dusting of the cobwebs from my collection and do what I do best, listen to good Jazz. It's been sometime and I thank you North Sea Jazz for reigniting that light which was slowly ebbing away.

Like i said. This is a totally different ball game....everybody goes there with one mindset...listen to good jazz and have a blast. Nobody is here to watch and see ukutshi mang o tsamaya Le mang. Mang o apere eng? Mang o robala kae. Aikhona. As to whether I will be doing CApe Town Jazz Festival anytime soon, I doubt....

Tonite (13 July) is going to be another eventful night.....John Legend, Ssteve Winwood, Chick Corea, McCoy Turner, Brecker Brothers here I come..

Eish, let me go find Doug Hammond and tell him what I thought of his set. Sharp, Sharp

Saturday, June 15, 2013

16 June 1976.

Every year, around this time, people will ask. Where were you Ka June 16. Well, let me give you my unsolicited answer.

I was a standard 5 student at Teboho higher primary in White City and on the day, we were writing our midterm exams. Mr Takalo was our head master at the time. Remind me to tell you a story or two about my beloved headmaster.

 The subject was Geography. We were disturbed by students who were congregated by elderly students from Morris Isaacson where it all started. We ran out of class and joined the march. We, that is me and my friend Theophilus Motsepe, followed the march up until where Hector Peterson was shot. Yes we were young , however, not running aimlessly. We were in the company of Tshike, Theo's elder brother who was also a student at Morris Isaacson at the time. He told us the reason why were we behaving in a manner that would berate most parents. So, we were clued up. The singing and the songs were like a drug. Inyaope nogal. They surged us on and on and on. And on and on we marched.

When the march progressed, we did not only witness the shooting of HP, we also witnessed the killing of one white Dr who ran practice close to  duba-duba ko Dube. As my mother puts it...."This one could have also died if it were not for Bra Sam." Yes, Sam Nzima. The same one that captured the famous HP picture. Amidst the confusion that followed HP,s shooting, he recognized me ( son of his colleague and friend Lucas Molete) and bundled me into his car and we drove out of that mayhem.

it was indeed a sad day for South Africa....but on a lighter note...sadla amagwinya namachips ase Duba-Duba mahala that day.

So stop asking me about my whereabouts that day, I know where I was.

Monday, December 27, 2010

I thought i should share this with you -makes for some interesting reading.


"Life is a cycle of seasons, and the transitions between seasons can be worrisome. Often there may be minor disruptions in life style, which are soon resolved. But when they persist, there is a crisis. Midlife is one such period which has been recognized as a period of potential crisis. Midlife sets in somewhere between the end of the 30s and the late 40s. It is distinct from the premenopausal years that occur later. Up till the 1900s, only about 10% of women reached middle age. Their roles were well defined within the limited sphere of home and family, as wife, mother, domestic drudge. Midlife crisis was unheard of.
However, the 20th century has seen an incredible lengthening of the life span, with women living well into their 7th or 8th decade. So, around 40 years or thereabouts, when the business of child bearing is over, and children begin to assert their independence, there looms before women a stretch of life that appears to be like a vacuum. Husbands may also be passing through their own midlife crisis, and are like irritable hedgehogs. Or in a reversal of roles, they become overly dependant on their wives. Women begin to feel trapped.
A woman may feel that life is passing her by. "Who am I?" she wonders. "Does my life count for anything?" An inexplicable loneliness overcomes her as though she has no real self identity. Conscious of her gradually fading beauty and energy, she sinks into depression. This feeling of worthlessness is compounded if there is marital dissatisfaction. The 20th century saw revolutionary changes taking place in every aspect of life. Education, employment outside the home, collapse of the joint family system, migration to the impersonal atmosphere of cities, changing sex roles, women's liberation movements, youth culture, and rapid advances in Science and technology - these have created a kind of insecurity in the traditional woman. As she tries to keep pace with changing times, stress becomes her portion.
It is against this background that Midlife Crisis assumes significance. Whether single, married or widowed, almost 2/3rds of women pass through this phase. A career oriented spinster high up in the Management hierarchy suddenly decided that she cannot live alone anymore. She conjures up pictures of being incarcerated in some Home for the Aged, and the prospect alarms her. So she frantically advertises in the newspapers for a suitable spouse, and may imprudently select an undesirable mate, or enter into a live-in relationship. A sober middle aged widow may decide to give herself a new image. She may visit a beautician to have her hair styled, her eyebrows plucked, and her wrinkles ironed out with Botox. She may even begin to use heavy make-up and dress like a teenager. She may flirt outrageously with eligible men, or have an affair with someone younger than her son. People notice, gossip and snigger, but the woman throws propriety to the winds, and is brazen about her behavior.
A spinster with unfulfilled maternal desires may decide to have a baby out of wedlock or offer to 'rent her womb.' Some psychologists say that Midlife Crisis is just a convenient excuse for irresponsible behavior. But it can be argued that if this was the case, why wait till middle age to indulge one's self? Middle Age is merely a transitory phase, and is not something to be feared but welcomed. Crisis usually occurs when there is a lack of preparation. E. M. Blaicklock says "Middle Age is the time when life's fruits begin to ripen."
It must be prepared for. It is a time to take stock of one's self, and examine one's life style. One needs to identify factors that can contribute to a crisis and address them individually. Is there fear of losing one's youth, sex appeal and beauty? Do a few strands of grey, or sagging breasts or weight gain create panic? One psychiatrist says, "Feeling good and looking good is related to a balance between mind and body." And Longfellow assures us that "Age is no less an opportunity than youth itself, though in another dress." Exercise, a balanced diet, relaxation, and a general interest in the world around, will put the radiance back into middle aged faces.
Has the marriage relationship become boring? Then one needs to put more effort into changing it. A little more loving, communication and caring can go a long way in setting things right. The husband may also be passing through midlife crisis and may be disinterested or unable to respond to her feelings. A woman must therefore verbalize her needs directly and specifically, making him understand that she is passing through a difficult phase and wants his understanding and love. A good husband will not only be emotionally supportive of his wife, but also give her the space she needs to develop her sense of self worth. If a woman is suddenly widowed in middle age, her depression may increase. Or she might rush into an affair which is not a sensible thing to do while under stress.
For a woman who has spent the best years of her life being an exemplary mother, who has found identity and fulfillment in her children, the realization that they don't need her anymore, and a wide generation gap is developing between them, makes her feel marginalized and useless. Midlife is also a time when one becomes vulnerable healthwise. Diseases like obesity, hypertension, diabetes, the need for diet restriction, medication, exercise, make her conscious of her mortality. She begins to brood over her situation and gets bogged down in self pity. Dwindling money resources and stringencies brought on by retirement, also pose a threat to her peace of mind. All these stress factors have a snowballing effect, which can undermine a woman's self confidence and bring about altered behavior like, depression, irritability, irrational behavior, assertiveness or abnormal sexual interest. In fact, this phase is like passing through a 'second emotional adolescence.'
Anticipating and preparing for middle age can make the transition smoother. Life doesn't end at that stage. Floyd and Thatcher say, "Middle Age is a time for discovery, not stagnation. It is a time ripe for fresh beginnings - a threshold to a rich stimulating future. If approached with good humour and flexibility, and an openness to change, the middle years and beyond can be the best half of life." Life has many different seasons. At each season a woman needs to reassess her values from different perspectives. Whether single, married or widowed, she needs to bloom in her own identity, and not be a rubber stamp of her husband or a door mat for her children; nor should she let herself be exploited even by her own family. She too must be a decision maker and assert herself when necessary.
Hobbies and new interests make life interesting. "Unlock your creativity," exhorts Ann Morrow Lindbergh. Music, reading, travel, painting are mood elevators.
Good friends are assets in difficult times. They act as confidantes or as sounding boards when one needs to get something off one's chest. They lend support in times of stress and depression. Groups like "Emotions Anonymous" help its members to open up and talk about their problems. They learn from each other's experiences and help each other mutually, to redefine their ideas and values. They become happy and confident. Artificial props like drugs and alcohol are not the answer, neither is an extra marital affair a solution. It may only lead to guilt feelings that are hard to shake off.
Husbands and children must realize that their supportive love can work magic in overcoming midlife crisis. But unless a woman verbalizes her needs and fears, they cannot know. Finding time for introspection, refusing to condemn one's self for imaginary short comings, and an awareness of the temporary nature of such a crisis, is half way to overcoming it. People tend to put God last when faced with a crisis. Paul's words in Philippians 3:13 are encouraging. "I am still not all I should be, but I am bringing all my energies to bear out one thing; forgetting the past, and looking to what lies ahead." Prayer surmounts many a crisis.
Midlife is the pre- autumn season of one's life. Autumn is sure to follow, and will light up one's personality with the golden hues of maturity and peace. Life will begin again with a new vision for what is left of the future.
Eva Bell is a doctor of Medicine and also a freelance writer of articles, short stories, children stories. Published in Indian magazines and newspapers, anthologies and also on the web. Author of two novels, one non-fiction, two children's books. Special interest - Travel and Women's Issues.
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Eva_Bell "


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