BCOM = Boring!!

By Isabelle Abraham

It’s Wednesday morning and all I want to do is sleep. So why on earth am I headed towards the Macro Economics class? This is definitely the last place I want to be, considering that I am a Journ student, and have a shockingly low aptitude when it comes to anything maths-related. I told my dear BCOM friend that I’d sit in with her during her lecture, and already I’m regretting it.

Liza greets me outside the class and we walk inside, she strolling and me trudging- delaying the entry. As soon as I enter, my eyes pop. The lecture theatre is big enough to house 410 students, and more than half of them are already seated, which is a WAY better turnout than I can say for Journ. As we start ascending the stairs, I start to feel really self-conscious and I hiss to Liza, “Everyone’s staring at me!” She tries to assure me that it’s just my paranoia acting up, but when I see foreheads crinkle in confusion and eyes narrow in suspicion, I can’t help but cringe. They know I don’t belong here.

I start blushing and a ridiculously nervous grin sits on my face. Just as we are about to sit down, my traitorous feet decide to stumble, but before anything potentially mortifying can happen, my bottom finds the chair. Wow, all that fuss and the lecture hasn’t even started yet.

Then the lecturers walk in- the class has begun. As soon as the woman with the lemon-sucking expression says “all things money”, I know I’m in trouble. Soon, words such as “reserve ratio”, “transmission mechanism” and “ripple effects” start spewing out of her mouth like vomit. This is when I switch off. No way am I listening to that nonsense.

My friend, equally bored, points out all the hot guys who are seated below us. Yes!! We found the optimal view, where we can stare down at all the weird and wonderful people. My journalistic eyes immediately notice the fact that students are socially grouped in class- just like high school. The jocks sit to the left, the brains on the right, and little sets of Barbies are scattered all around. The weirdoes are here too- such as the one down there who yanks at his hair and scrapes his teeth against his file.

I point all this out to Liza and we’re about to giggle when a nosy eavesdropper right below me turns and stares at us. Oops! I’m going have to learn how to be more discreet. I roll my eyes in classic teenager fashion and hey! The lesson is almost over. As we leave the room, I start reflecting. Things gained from this experience: nothing but a page full of my brilliant pencil doodles. Things learned: that B.A. lectures are not as boring as I thought they were.

From Blond to Blonder

Over the course of the past month the expression blond ambition has taken on an entirely new meaning to me – it has literally become synonymous with my burning desire to have hair that is blonder than blond. As it turns out though, acquiring that distinctive peroxide blond look requires as much dedication and determination as any other ambition.

I was born blond – an ashy mousy blond, but nonetheless blond. During my early teens I experimented with colouring my short pixie cut every possible shade of brown in order to suit the androgyny of my look, but as I grew into myself and my femininity, I slowly went back to my blond roots. For the past year my hair has been numerous tints of golden blond, but yesterday all of that changed.

At around 11 o'clock in the morning I walked into a hair salon. “Would it be possible for you to make my hair white?” I ask the woman behind the counter. With a confused look on her face she asks me what exactly I mean by white. I explain to her that I want peroxide blond hair, but not like Eminem, rather something more like Marylin Monroe. “Sit down,” she says, “I will be with you in a moment”. Half an hour later the “moment” has still not past. My temper lets me down and I walk out of the salon without any explanation.

I enter the next salon, I am not the kind of woman who will be defeated so easily. This time the women behind the counter looks much more funky and much less like she got her hairdressing diploma from some beauty school in Koffiefontein. I tell her that I want hair so white that it looks black and if they are not capable to give me what I want, she should tell me immediately so that I can find a new salon. She assures me that they can do it for me, but that they take no responsibility if my hair suddenly starts to break and fall out.

While my hair is being washed thoughts of me walking around bold-headed perpetuate my mind. I keep hoping that I am not one of those unfortunate souls with lots of humps and bumps in their head, because if I am going to be bold, I better be a fabulous at it.

After one of the most fantastic haircuts of my life, the bleaching starts. The toxic smell takes over the entire salon and all the old ladies who come in for their blow-dries smile at me sympathetically. The peroxide stays on my hair for half an hour before my scalp is finally relieved of the tingling. Just as I start to think that its over, the stylist says that they will have to put on a toner to neutralize the yellow from all the times that I have been a golden blond.

A blue paste that looks like glorified surf is applied all over the brassy orange parts of my hair and I am told to wait another twenty minutes. While I wait one of the other stylist tells me about how she just knows that her boyfriend is going to pop the big question this weekend. As she blabbers on about American Swiss receipts and bubble baths, my mind wanders off to what my own boyfriend will think of the new “do”. I convince myself that if he's really the kind of guy that I want to be with, he will adore this new less commercially beautiful version of me.

Twenty minutes and one blow dry later, I have become the image of the women who I want to be – a women who manages to be glamorous and grungy simultaneously. Imagine a mixture between Courtney Love and Jean Harlow and somewhere in the middle you are sure to find me. I still cannot help but stare at the perfection of my hair every five minutes – my blond ambition has been realised.

"I want to go home...NOW!"

by Lunga Khuzwayo

“What have I gotten myself into? Turn back now Lunga, while you still have a chance”, slowly I creep up the stairs as the loud music vibrates beneath my pumps, screams, squeals and alcohol spills…this was so not my scene. I wanted to dash back to res and cuddle with my books but outside in this wilderness, I stuck out like a sore thumb. This social experiment required me to go to the Steve Biko building (previously known as the Union) for the first time. I lived a good nine months without setting foot in that place; I had not missed out on much. “Student card please”, says the bouncer, I whip out my card and went into the sea of white. A black dot on a white page or a white dot on a black page, either or, the minority race always seems out of place in these social scenes.

I felt insecure which bothered me: I eat alone, walk alone, and go to lectures alone and sit alone yet going out alone, this was the first. This was no longer a matter of a racial experience but an issue of going partying ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT alone and trying to make at least one friend, “One friend? I have more than enough friends”, I tried to convince myself.

I prayed that whoever I came across would be so drunk that I would be a distant memory in the morning. One hour was far too long, I gave myself 30 minutes maximum. Luckily I bumped into an old friend, had a brief sober chat and *click click* we smiled for the camera. She introduced me to a few friends that I would probably never see again. This was my queue to leave, the long cold walk back to res was not worth the trouble and I guess I prefer to play it safe in life.

Taking Note

Everyday 80 000 new blogs are created. Blogs about fashion, politics, spinach and a whole array of other topics. On the 27th of September this year, Please Note The Following was one of the 80 000 blogs created that day, but it's mission was slighty different to that of most other blogs. Its creators wanted to give readers a behind the scenes glimpse into the world of student journalism by establighing a fresh and funky yet slightly serious blogging forum.

The blog layout is very minimalistic. The blue, teal and white colouring is reminiscent of an insurance company waiting room which certainly does not add a young and exciting edge to the blog. It also has a notable lack of gadgets. For a blog dealing with journalism as its subject matter, it would have been helpful for the creators to allow for RSS feeds from various news and journalism sites.

As far as content is concerned the blog does succeed in living up to its initial purpose. The content manages to strike a good balance between the serious and the off-the-wall which helps to attract readers whilst still making them aware of significant information. Seeing as the content is produced by four different individuals, the blog lacks a sense of coherence and there is a variety of distinctly different writing styles.

Although the blog does add to the discussion around journalism, it does not strike me as being a crucial element of the debate. The blog creators would have to improve on their presentation of the blog and they would have to develop an authentic journalistic stance in order for readers to take note of what they have to say.

Blogging Scandalously

By Isabelle Abraham

Being a self-confessed gossip-lover, the blog title RU Scandalous? appeals to me immediately. On entering the site, one is instantly confronted with the ominous image of the Rhodes University Clock Tower. The stark contrast between the black and pink in the background makes it visually appealing. The image of the flawless skin and glossy lips makes the blog seem glamorous, whereas the pink-tinted skull smoking out of the mouth delivers a slightly sinister edge to the site.

The blog is created by Thobile Memela, Nicholas Rocke, Jessica Lewer, Aimee Caufield and Sifiso Sikhakhane, and is aimed at journalism students. The blog posts range significantly in writing style and topic and each entry highlights an individual issue. Many of the posts include visuals which capture the reader’s attention very quickly and are clever aids to the entries.

The quality of the writing itself is of a general high standard and it is particularly interesting to note the difference between the writers’ styles. “Stormy Weather”, for example, had a very creative feel to it as the writer narrated it in a classic story-telling form, making it atmospheric. Another piece, “Dramatic Arts; a Home for Homosexuals” is a finely-wrought opinion piece; it candidly speaks about the stereotypes associated with the Rhodes Drama Department and cleverly exposes this issue.

The colour of the writing makes it clear to read but the white-on-black eventually strains the eye, making it uncomfortable to read. All in all, this student blog is one definitely worth visiting.

What’s your number? What’s YOUR colour?

The JMS1 class of 2009 have very strong viewpoints and aren’t afraid to put out there in the most flamboyant ways. Paging through the book of blogs by the JMS1 class of 2009 has been a treat for my eyes, and snack for my intellect.

While looking through a number of blogs one in particular caught my eye: The number 42 is purple. A warm, soft green background, and very interesting header-pic intrigued me to scroll down to investigate.

This blog is one of 62 blog-groups by the JMS1 students from Rhodes University. These first years were asked to blog on a number of subject matter. They blogged opinion pieces, commentary pieces and even self reflective pieces about who they are as bloggers. This was an opportunity to show their different styles of writing. It was also an opportunity to show off their cyber knowledge and aesthetics prowess.
This group’s use of aesthetics is very appealing. Their background was warm, inviting and easy on the eye. I enjoyed the prominence of pictures. It is also good to see that they have progressed from articles without pictures, to having a picture accompany every article now.

Their use of language was very effective as they did not speak down to any readers but approached the reader on the same plane.

All in all it is truly a blog worth the read. You can get delicious succinct articles that are a lovely snack to read and a feast for the eyes with their lovely pictures.

Mission I. N. Fil. T. R. 8

Someone told me I could find her in the BRAAE labs – the post grad labs – but will I be able to get in. I’ll have to find a way in…

I ascend the two flights of stairs and assume stealth-mode. I just walk around there like part of the furniture – stealth mode active. Except I wasn’t furniture – I wonder if anyone noticed?

So anyway, here I am in front of the doors of BRAAE – the post grad labs – with no way of getting in… this random guy comes with his access card and opens the door. I just smiled and expected him to walk past and leave me peering through the window like that last puppy in the pet store. Little dig I know I’ m a bloodhound.

Oh well, the guy kept the door open waiting for me to enter, so I didMy post-grad slealth disguise must be working.

So I infiltrate the post-grad labs and locate the target. She wasn’t hard to locate.

I locate her. - She greets me with a loving hug and a handful of pecans (what a sweet friend). Then she said I could chill on Facebook or whatever. Then I was all like:

“Aren’t they gonna put me out? I’m not a post grad…”

“Not if you just keep quiet and not disturb anyone.”

“Yay! I’m in BRAAE labs! I’m in BRAAE labs!”

“Except post grads don’t do that once when we get in these labs... We are just confident and in control.”

“Well I bet yall do it on the inside…”

So that’s the story. That’s how I infiltrated the post grad labs – in my undergrad first year.

Can’t wait for post grad, they got the nicest computers ever and the air-con on at just the right level. Teehehe.

Mission complete.

Gender equality? A raw deal

by Lunga Khuzwayo

“I shall give you a woman who will love you unconditionally, cook and clean for you, comfort you, fulfil your desires, do whatever you tell her to and never complains”, says God. Then Adam asks, “That would be great but how much will it cost me?” God replies, “An arm and a leg”. Adam thinks about, sighs and says, “What can I get for a rib?”

Ever since the uprising of feminism, men have struggled to keep a woman in their traditional role of submissiveness. For a rib’s worth, women no longer have to play the role of servitude. The fight for gender equality and deterioration of the patriarchal system has resulted in the empowerment of women. However, it is questioned to what extent of gender equality women are aiming for. As a feminist, there is a thin line between being anti-men or just pro-women.

I have considered myself as a feminist, opposing any idea of male dominance; nevertheless, I have found myself complaining about men’s courtesy: They do not step aside for a lady anymore, a constant bashing of shoulders along the corridors. My face almost met the ground by a group of guys who decided not to step aside for me, “NO MANNERS”, I screamed out...inside my head, that is. This new generation of men have taken gender equality to a literal level and one begins to question their degree of feminism.

Do we still want to be treated like a ladies or is being ‘one-of-the-guys’ good enough? Being independent is what us women pride ourselves in, and maybe it is time to let go of the lack of gentlemen in the world. We can’t have our cake and eat it.

Pointing fingers at the media? Get over it. NOW.

By Isabelle Abraham

“Journalism is dead.”
“Sensationalists, not journalists.”
“It’s the media’s fault.”

And the list goes on. Yeah, I get it. Journalists aren’t the most popular of people. Just take a look at poor Daniel Pearl. We’re being blamed, we’re being sued, and we’re being murdered. Not the most delightful of careers. But at least we’re trying to do something. It’s true that in news today, reporters are more concerned with entertainment than fact. But who’s to blame for that? Certainly not the numerous consumers who pay to read that garbage.

Think about it. If you know (from experience) that citizens want to read about scandal and sleaze, what are you going to write about? Duh. Those readers pay for that stuff, and that money goes into the journalists’ salaries. So they’re going to write about scandal and sleaze.

The media gets blamed for ruining lives. For negatively influencing young people. For not being fair, for not being factual, etcetera, etcetera. Sure, we accept all that. Yet plenty of good has been done too. There are journalists who have made a difference. A good difference. People’s lives have taken a turn for the better. And all thanks to whom? Yeah, you know whom.

The media has been blamed enough for problems that exist in society.

It’s time that PEOPLE take responsibility for what they’ve done to themselves. Some people just lap up what the media feeds them. If they want to take things at face value, it’s their problem, not the media’s.

Still sceptical? Take a look at these articles:


· Don’t Blame the Journalism
· A new threat to media freedom
· Semenya: The media’s to blame? Huh, am I missing something?
· Dear Winnie: You don’t own media freedom

ON THE EDGE

What’s with the drama in this day and age? Why do kids do drugs? Why do people engage in such high-risk lifestyle behaviour?

They must have a need for speed. We want excitement! The people want an event! Give us a thrill.
Let’s live the rockstar lifestyle: a different lover every night, on the best cocaine and ecstasy, get into a brawl every night - just to feel something... Gone are the days when you got excitement from the rarities in life that now just happen everyday – the latest album release, going to the shops. Now artificial stimulus is needed to give any feeling.
Back in the day going to town was an event, seeing a movie was an event! Now we live in the instantaneous age: instant life, instant experience, instant event!

Going to the mall isn’t an event anymore: we do it everyday. People used to dress up for the shops.
"Let's go to town!" they would say and everyone would get dollied up. Today you can just get the latest track or movie that isn’t even on circuit yet, right at the end of the dial-up tone.
Living in the microwave-age, how do we get the thrill? Wherein lies life events? Drugs? High risk sex? What about self-destructive behaviour? Carving up the Christmas arm…?

So what of living the instant-rockstar lifestyle? Life’s too short anyway. It’s like, who needs a umbrella when it’s raining? Your gonna get wet anyway.

Blogging The F-Bomb

Yolandé Botha

Feminism is not dead, it's cyber. With a Guardian estimate putting the number of feminist blogs at 240 000, it is clear that blogging has become essential to feminist communication. Although feminist blogs are able to illicit debate, can they lead to activism which can alter public policy?

“Blogging is my activism – it provides us with a platform to comment, analyse and influence,” says Jessica Valenti, founder of Feministing. The apathy of our generation has resulted in blogging and activism becoming intertwined. Blogging enables us to create awareness without having to take direct action.

The blogosphere also unites feminists resulting in more cohesive orgainised demonstrations. Blogs such as Charliegrrrl have been successful in campaigning for legislative change. Charliegrrrl readers were instrumental in lobbying MPs to have pornographic magazines moved to the top shelf of British newsstands showing that blogs are capable of influencing social change.

Many women around the globe do not have the luxury of web-access and this questions whether blogging is only serving the interest of privileged women. According to Georgia Aden, a post-graduate researcher who studies feminist blogs, women in less developed parts of the world are unable to voice their concerns through blogs. This is counterbalanced to an extent by the large number of feminist blogs such as Broadsheet which are dedicated to highlighting global women's issues.

Ultimately, the online feminism has empowered feminists to create a new anthology of literature which seeks to create the necessary awareness which galvanizes action. Cyber feminism has inspired a fresh generation of women to know that we can influence change – and we can do it in stilettos.

The Flight of Falcon

By Isabelle Anne Abraham

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

No it’s just a HOAX!

October 15th: the world wasted two hours of its time following the story of a young boy who was spotted embarking a balloon, which floated away. The helium balloon, untethered in Fort Collins, was monitored as it soared through the skies. Eventually it landed, to everyone’s dismay, without Falcon Heene.

Fears escalated that he had fallen, while others regarded this as a publicity stunt by the Heene family, who had starred in episodes of the program Swapping Wives. Prayers, criticism and scepticism spread across the Internet. Then, after authorities spent a significant amount of time and money searching for the child, he was found. He had been hiding in the garage attic the whole time, afraid of punishment for releasing the balloon.

E! Online reported the event in typical tabloid fashion. Unlike other reports, theirs consisted almost entirely of quotes by celebrities. They relied on outsiders’ opinions of the incident. Mail&Guardian online took a sceptical view of the episode. They focused on the fact that later Falcon said that he did this for a show. TheDenverChannel had perhaps the most comprehensive account of the situation. Their coverage was mostly objective. They estimated how much the authorities spent, they explained why the child was not at school and they described the events in sequence.

So now the question remains, was this simply a naughty boy’s attempt at adventure? Or was it an attention-grabbing scheme plotted by fame-hungry parents?

Zuma's Presinetial Cold-line

How accessible is the president really now? Well ask him yourself. Just call him up on his Presidential hotline. That’s if you can get through.

Political commentarians have been making commentary about this government service and its inadequacy. Like Zapiros Madam & Eve cartoons. Zapiro has released a series if cartoons that comments on the President’s new toll-free hotline. In particular, Zapiro has been commenting on the poor delivery of this service. One cartoon in particular comments on how the call-in staff is inadequately trained.

But Zapiro isn’t the only talking head that is loud and unproud in their commentary of Zuma’s presidential hotline. The DA has been quite vocal about their attempts to get through to this hotline and there lack of success. This initiative is a good one in that it has curbed the notion that the government is inaccessible but that it is a mission to get hold get through on the hotline, claim the DA. Apparently Zuma claimed to be directly accessible through this hotline, now it would seem he isn’t.

This presidential hotline seems top have only created another bulls-eye for Zuma’s commentarians to focus their crosshairs on. And rightly so. It would seem this hotline is a ploy Zuma has endeavoured upon in order to win some favour. If that is so, he has failed – for personally President Zuma has no favour with me. He still has a lot to prove. And he can call me up on that one.

Another Zunami case

by Lunga Khuzwayo

South Africa never fails to produce front page news coverage. With the scandal in politics, newspapers are never out of business. The most recent ‘melodramatic’ story is about the Agliotti and Selebi saga. There have been continues follow-ups to this story, revealing the corruption in the police force. Jackie Selebi, the former national commissioner of the South African Police Service, faces charges of corruption due to having alleged associations with Glen Agliotti, a convicted drug lord. The rug is pulled from the official’s a feet and this brings about awareness of the extent of corruption that exists in our beloved country. A change is needed in the political system to smoke out all the rats with deep pockets and short hands. We are biting our nails and holding our breaths. Those we thought we could trust to protect us and enforce the law, are wearing masks of heroes. Yet, there is a glimmer of hope with our current president, Jacob Zuma. Though scepticism about his performance in presidency has been made, it seems he has done well to prove us wrong so far. Recent news speaks of Zuma’s action against poor service delivery. Recognising the negligence of the municipality to deliver, Zuma has taken the initiative to make a change. It rare for a politician to reach out to the common citizen, however, Zuma is reaching down from his high horse and is directly approaching the social ills that exist.

Zimbabwean students cut off scholarships for joining the MDC.

Sphamandla Dlakwe

Hundreds and hundreds of zimbabwean students funded by the Zimbabwean scholarship programme at the university of fort hare have been cut off the scholarship programme for supporting the MDC. The students who came here with the hope of getting better futures and make something out of their lives are left hopeless, futurless and devastated after they have been stripped off the programme and left as what they call ''hopeless victims''

Zimbwabwe as one of Africa's poorest and developing countries, i believe that it was smart of president Mugabe and his presidency for putting such a positive cause aimed at helping Underprivileged students get a better life through the means of education, putting into account and acknowledging that education is the key to success, its a stepping stone to a brighter future, a key that can possibly open many doors and indeed a bright lamp that gives us guidance throughout our life journey.

I am failing to understand why the students have to be victims of political prejudice for only choosing to join and or campaign for Mugabe's opposition party, where is the freedon of choice, is there any hope that Zimbabwe will be a better place for each and everyone of its citizens, provide for and assist the poorest of the poor? yes there is according to the students, that is the exact reason why people specifically the students in this scenario, believe that tsvangaria is their only hope who can bring change to the country. Will stripping students off scholarships help the country develop in any way? No it will only help Mugabe and his ego, what about the people, didn't they elect him to work for them? Yes did.

Stoping the education from progressing will only lead to the country's failiure not success. i think its time people stand up for themselves and other presidents and political leaders intervening in Zimbabwe's crisis.

Sources
1. http//allafrica.com
2. http//www.zimdiaspora.com
3. http//www.dispatch.co.za

No Home, No Equality, No Press Coverage...No Democracy

Yolandé Botha

The week of the 28th of September proved to be one of distress for Kennedy Road residents who are members of the non-profit shack-dwellers organisation Abahlali Basemjondolo. Two people were left dead and scores of others uprooted after their shacks were burnt down.

Although the mainstream print media failed to give the Kennedy Road events due coverage, the online news media offered a few interesting perspectives. The feature surrounding the events by Politicsweb linked the attacks on Abahlali with other national concerns such as Moe Shaik's appointment as the director of Secret Services. This approach to news coverage is helpful seeing as it allows us to see how certain events are symptomatic of larger ills within government structures.

The Witness' report on the events were also insightful. The report was written in a soft news style. It included the personal experiences of real people. Another interesting aspect was the way in which the reporter immersed himself in the situation, resulting in a report which felt like a journey through the turmoil.

A typical hard news approach was taken by The Sowetan. They relied primarily on government sources and they used words with strong emotive quality such as “rejected” in relation the Abahlali Basemjondolo. This style of reporting does not lend the necessary level of humanity that is needed when dealing with a story that affects people's lives as directly as this.

It can thus be seen that various different reporting perspectives were taken in approach to the same event. Personally, I feel that this story is best suited to a intimate and emotive approach which portrays the true intensity of the situation.

Tutorial Tidbits

Yolande Botha

Our Tuesday tutorial taught me a number of things about who I am in relation to the people that surround me. The circle which we had to complete with the names of people that we associate with in a hierarchical manner, enlightened me to a lot of things that I value in others and the kind of people that I choose to associate with. In the first position outside of the circle with my name in, I put in the name of my best friend. Although she studies in Stellenbosch and I only get to see her physically a few times per year, the geographical distance between us does not mean that our emotional connection has dimmed. I still feel close to my best friend because we share similar values such as compassion and dedication. The fact that I was unaware of the daily routines of a lot of the people who I included in my circle, made me realise that it is not the mundane events that have created my bonds with people. Beyond that it also showed me that when I do have the opportunity to spend time with the truly special people in my life, I like that time to transcend the boundaries of the our ordinary daily lives. Finally, the tutorial also made me aware of the similarities between the writing of analogies and headlines. Both require the use of striking language that will conjure up a vivid image of the event that took place in the mind of the reader.

Life - Events, Drama

Why is there so much drama in life these days. Why do kids do drugs? Why do people engage in such high-risk lifestyle behaviour?

Beings seek thrill! We want excitement! The people want an event, THE events! Thats what makes people live, make life worth its existance.

Back in the day people had EVENTS in their life. Back in the day going to town was an event, Seeing a movie was an event, going to a concert and such was an event. Now we live in the microwave age: instant life, instant experience, instant everything!

Going to the mall isnt an event anymore because we do it everyday. People used to dress up for the shops.
"Let's go to town!" they would say and everyone would get all dollied up! Wearing the special going out pants, frock and shoes. "we're going to the haberdashery! Get your hat on, Pa!"

today you can too easily get the latest track and movies that aren't even on circuit at the drop of a hat, at the end of the dial-up tone. There's no longer that special excitement in going to get the latest released record or going to the bioscope. With the inception of the internet and data-sharing sites, the excitement of getting the latest song or movie is. You can easily just download it, from your phone evens. All you need is the right codes and technologies.

Living in the microwave-age, how do we get the thrill? Wherin lies the events in life? Drugs! Sex! Drama! Cults! Fights! Generally Destructive (more especially self-destructive) behaviour and activities.

("Sit jou kerkhoed op, Ma. Hier kom die oggendiens.") people have multiple sex partners, Do drugs, pick daily fights and arguements, just to feel something in their day. Gone are the days when you got excitement from what has now become everyday things: the bioscope, a new album release, shopping. Now we need these artificial stimulus to give us events in life.

We need to take time in life to enjoy the simple things in. Make mealtimes an event. Make saying hello to someone an event. Make buying the milk an occasion. Make life your event.

Live it.
Love it. . .

j3tsetter out

Fool in the Masquerade

your acting a fool.
you don't know who you be - nigger please, you is being cruel.
cant you see you are killing who are inside,
with every sorta masque you behind to try to hide.
it's sad

your struggling and your finding it hard
and i know it makes you mad....
you need to understand...
you..
.

young heros

by lunga khuzwayo

1. the young the restless,alcohol abuse in south africa.

2.the new and the old south africa, is there a difference when it comes to infrastructure?

by Sphamandla Dlakwe

Fierce, Fabulous and Furry

The P.A. Getaway

When the going gets Tough, the Tough get Sushi and Cocktails.