This past week I spent some quality time in
The conversion of the huge parking space infront of Museum Africa into Mary Fitzgerald Square and establishment of recreation facilities have given this hub a facelift and a new appeal to young people.
The three full days I spent in
They are still wearing their over three years old dreadlocks and carrying their sling or backpacks full of dub CDs of Mutabaruka and LKJ, books by Steve Biko and Chika Onyeani, and bootleg DVDs from South America, Palestine, Iran and the Caribbean. They are still smoking the herb, (upgraded from Swazi to Purple Haze) drinking coffee and to a larger extent bonking the sisteresses without dickshields ‘because they are part of the white man’s conspiracy to keep Afrikan populations as low as possible’.
They are still dying in huge numbers and giving birth to poisoned offspring. Tupac Shakur rapped, ‘no matter what you do niggas never die/ we just retaliate with hate and we multiply’. The artists are dying but the non-artists, who think monogamy is cool and use condoms when they cheat are multiplying, so the artists are not multiplying but the non-artists. This wraps up the story of
While there I saw familiar faces, poet academic Kgafela oa Magogodi hanging all by himself along Bree, facing Kippies, poet-author Lesego Rampolokeng and friends shooting the breeze, Zoza Shongwe stressing about how he quit the arts to go into IT inventing etc, I only mention those I engaged with in conversation because I can’t write about any other artist I saw there. This is a hive and they are bees.
But I can safely say over three days I saw all there is to see in
The day before poet and ANC Youth League spokesperson Floyd Shibambu was there enjoying a drink with friends. This was the Jozi renewal that its architects dreamt of, whereby we sip coffee at Kaldis (they only take cash), buy books at Xarra, have a bite at either Sophiatown or Cappelos, exchange foreign currency at Rennies, catch a taxi at Jeppe or Bree, watch the sun go down over the highway and shoot the breeze while shooting ball at Mary Fitzgerald.
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