by Mia Arderne On Shackville and Rhodes Must Fall Rhodes Must Fall is a student and worker led movement protesting for the decolonization of the University of Cape Town. The movement achieved the removal a prominent statue of imperialist Cecil John Rhodes in April 2015 on UCT’s upper campus. Rhodes Must Fall is associated […]
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In the second project for our special End of Year music feature(s), Sihle Ntuli curates a playlist which is the product of a collaboration between Bakwa and Ja magazine. The playlist explores the African youth in the global context as it highlights music from different parts of Africa. “Phola” is a colloquial term meaning to
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Dzekashu MacViban Stacy Hardy’s fiction navigates a written landscape between sexual politics and ontology, as the stories in Because the Night challenge the fetishization and objectification of the female body. Stacy Hardy (photo credit Niklas Zimmer) Because the Night by Stacy Hardy. Pocko, 2015, 152 pp. Some writers are eager to please; their words
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Sorry William, I had to stab you with a spear and have you shake Frothing out the mouth Clear saliva blocks unclear syllables spilling out As you try to say “thou art no air” and your eyes roll back While my vernacular spear hits your liver and you go out cursing Saliva and red
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“By developing editorial projects together and assisting each other in areas such as distribution, we quietly mainstream our own aesthetics and reduce our dependency on the global publishing system” Ntone Edjabe Interviewed by Dzekashu MacViban Ntone Edjabe was born in Douala and he moved to Lagos where he began his studies. In 1993
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The walk from the Western Medical Fund office to Leke’s home was thirty minutes but it took him fifty on a Friday because he made a stop. Leke watched the pavement as he walked, and his long legs swung a slow easy gait. He felt like whistling but he’d never picked it up as
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Africa Kills Her Son I am alive, Africa! I speak with a poet’s pen then write with a weapon that cleanses the hearts of despots…. Ah, Africa! My Africa! Greeting heroes and welcoming them to her bosom. Beating drums reverberating waiting patiently for her children to whisper in voices echoing rebirth and life on barren
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