MIGRATION

Road trip documentary.

Vibrational Healing.

My vision and thoughts 

Are fogged within this large cloudy gas of substances

Chemical reactions intoxicating the body to Vibrational_ly surrender and give a base for compounds to oxidise.

Breaking down every molecule within the anatomical vessel.

Blueprint the fact that all this suffering has surpassed the capabilities of being functional

Able to respond to society because of not knowing how it feels to love before anything

In order to to feel alive again.

Deep in thought pondering my own truth before, lies from haters clouded by bullshit and judgment, insults and false accusations confuse my own vision from finding a formula to my true destiny.

Because it is not a wrong thing to be addicted to my own vices, while everybody's going around giving other advices confusing their own reality.

Account to your own life.

ART EXHIBITION

OPENING

My conceptual work deals with underlying issues ranging from the visceral, spiritual, to the post-colonial and political factors, hoping to drive meaningful conversation around the topics.

@THE PEAK

My work also speaks of life experiences through imagination that is challenged by silence and channelling of energy, which is a way of tapping into the inner psychic energy and bringing it forward through mixed media. “Never paint what you do not feel”.

Innovation in progress

Kasi Stories

Keeping things clean and Beautifying the community.

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Fallen Soldier

Nkalakatha

©Marcus Malumba_Mandoza

Mandoza whose real name was Mduduzi Edmund Tshabalala, was an important figure in South African culture. We all know how “Nkalakatha” became a song loved by all races, playing in both the hood and rugby matches.

The song won Song Of The Year at the 2001 SAMAs, while the album of the same title won Album Of The Year. He also swept the Metro FM awards in the same year – winning five of the 10 awards he was nominated for.

He had a working formula from his lyrics to his fashion sense. He kept it kasi, but with an urban touch – rocking skinny jeans before the cool kids even imagined they would. He was that big a deal.

When Mandoza first stepped onto the kwaito scene in 1999 I was 7 years old in primary school, His song “Uzoy’thola Kanjani? Became my instant favorite because it was playing everywhere carrying with it a powerful and positive message. The phrase “Uzoy’thola kanjan’ uhlel’ ekhoneni?” which loosely translates to “get off your ass and hustle” is an urban idiom that’s still being used to this day.

He strived to give an inspirational message to Kwaito in the lives of people in the townships, the city and overall people who kept it real with making a better life for them.

Mandoza’s husky voice made him really unique and special instructing people to pay close attention and listen to what he had to say, he sang in several of South Africa's many languages, including English, Afrikaans, Zulu, and Xhosa, giving him wide appeal with South African Listeners he had charisma and that is very important in kwaito.

The basic nature of being informed and still being inquisitive should never place a barrier in front of our eagerness to learn and grow from the abundant wisdom that came through the music of Mandoza.

Later in his career he worked with conventional kwaito producers like Mdu, DJ Cleo, Spikiri and Guffy adding more style to his music. Mandoza also had a great run with his crew Chiskop. Songs like “Umunt’omnyama”, “Abasazi” and “Sunday” are timeless kwaito classics.

In the mid-2000s, house and hip-hop became the genres of choice for South African youth. Things started changing for all kwaito artists even for Mandoza who could not survive that era.

When our greatest kwaito legend (Brown Dash) passed on, people mocked his cause of death and made it a social joke.

Through all that, Mandoza never stopped making music, dropping an album almost every year.

He became a tabloid hotspot for his financial crisis and later his unstable health, through the media his popularity kept on declining, until eventually his albums made no noise at all.

There is one thing you can’t take away from Mandoza – he’s a stone-cold legend with one of the best songs to ever come out of South Africa across all genres “Nkalakatha”.

Text by Marc Malumba Mwamba

What it feels like to be pushed out of a moving train

Real life.

Self Portrait 2015

It’s funny. But I don’t remember much of the day, last November, when my life, as I know it, changed forever.

It was just another Wednesday afternoon and I was on my way from the office; heading home to Katlehong.

I had my backpack, my camera and equipment as well as my skateboard on me when I got on the train at Park Station that was heading home via Germiston. I’d used the train many times before. But although I preferred taking taxis, I was a regular on the train last year because I was fascinated with young people who sell their goods on the train and had decided to do a photo essay on them. So, any time on the train was an opportunity to take pictures of all the different things these young people sold. Sometimes they were selling snacks, body lotions and socks and anything from mealie meal to fruits and juices.

Everything was always cheap and I wanted to know more.

I was in a coma for five days

On this particular Wednesday everything went blank.

The next thing I remember is waking up in hospital, confused by the lights and the clothes I was wearing. I was surprised by the drips and other medical equipment around me. The next thing I felt was enormous pain. It was everywhere. In my head. My jaw. My hands. My legs. What was worse was that as much as I wanted to scream, I could not make a sound or open my mouth. Luckily the doctor came to check on me. She asked how I was feeling. When I tried to talk, I couldn’t open my mouth. My jaw had been screwed shut.

She explained to that I had been in a coma for five days because I had been robbed and pushed out of a moving train.

Luckily someone had found me in the bushes somewhere between the train station in Germiston and Katlehong. They called an ambulance and that’s how I ended up in New Natalspruit hospital, in the East Rand.

I lost my memory and my possessions

I couldn’t remember anything about my life to this point, only bits and pieces from that day. I could not even remember my name.

Unbeknown to me, my phone was still in my pocket (when I got to the hospital) and one of the nurses gave it to me. My parents had been trying to get hold of me for five days and the nurses had called them back. That’s how my parents ended up finding me at the hospital.

I did not know the full extent of my injuries yet. But I later found out that three of my fingers and my right leg were broken. My jaw was broken, so I couldn’t eat, speak and was on a liquid diet for several weeks.

Piecing my life back together after three months in hospital

I spent almost three months in hospital before getting discharged into my parent’s care. It was hard getting used to normal life again. I could not do most of the things that I used to enjoy.

I could not, for example, have my favourite food with my colleagues. Because of my broken foot, there was no way that I was getting on a skateboard anytime soon. And due to what happened to my fingers, holding a camera was also out of the question. I could not even hold a pen; I had to learn to write again using my other hand.

It is very tough. I was depressed, frustrated and alone and it hurt.

It’s March 2016 and I have the full use of my hands again. I can walk, talk and I am slowly picking up the pieces of my life again. I lost my camera, my favourite hobby – skateboarding and all my work. And what is worse, I still have not reported this incident to the police because I still don’t remember exactly what happened on that Wednesday afternoon in November. To an extent, I still can’t get over that fact that I lost a big chunk of my life that afternoon.

Photography by Siyabonga Mkhasibe