Who is telling our story
We started, started out, Started.. out with nothing, Nothing in our hands, nothing that we could hold, Beheld dreams, in far away in lands where bo Kgogomudumo lived and man conquered them. They used to tell us about them, them that were us. And we would marvel in their... Read more
The Confluence of Influence [Part 1]
An uncle of mine used to play at ‘disco’s’ (ko di diskhong) in the late 80s in the little village of Mogobane where I come from, dudes that new him then called him “Bopha”; never really new what that meant but at the time I sort of did gather... Read more