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Contents
editorial
ANGELO FICK
‘Kelder’ – Erasing the Archive
Theme Code Switching : From The Eoan Group to Country Conquerors
AIDAN ERASMUS
Inhabiting the Edge : Code Switching as floating praxis.
ZAKES MDA
The La Traviata Affair – dispelling the ghosts of complicity
JITSVINGER
Country Conquerors: code switching vanuit die binneland
SISCA JULIUS
Sanna - a messy being in a messy world
SEAN JACOBS
An Inconsolable Memory – the uncomfortable choice between compromise or martyrdom
RAFIEKA WILLIAMS
Hoekom soek ons nog altyd Kos Klere en Blyplek in die nuwe dispensasie?
MPHUTLANE WA BOFELO
Country Lion of Love - Meditations in the Land of Fusion
DIANA FERRUS
Kinners Oppi Hoek - Three Poems
MENZI MASEKO
See dem ah come - Anthemic Music
ENRICO FOURIE
Eoan - The Fallen One
SERGIO HENRY BEN
Jannie Moenie Trou Nie - On Measuring Hate and Sorrow
SAM MATHE
The Bitter Option
galleri
CLOETE BREYTENBACH
The Eoan Group in black and white
KHAHLISO MATELA
Memory in an Era of Forgetting
borborygmus
PERCY MABANDU
The Unfinished De-colonial Work of Malombo
BLK THOUGHT MUSIC
Imbamba, our kind of song
MBE MBHELE
Feeling the Hum
LINDOKUHLE NKOSI
Jlin - bending space and time
SALIM WASHINGTON
Harlem Homecoming 4 January 2020
EUGENE SKEEF
Song of the Bucket
MALAIKA MAHLATSI
White People
ALEKSANDRA SEKULIĆ AND BRANKA BENČIĆ
Solidarity as Disruption
frictions
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
Raging Bulls
LUSITHI MALI
The Bottle Blues
RITHULI ORLEYN
GOD
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DYLAN VALLEY
Disruptive Film - Everyday Resistance to Power, Vol.2
MAKHOSAZANA XABA
A Personal Oasis
ZIMASA MPEMNYAMA
Consenting to Coercion? Saidiya Hartman on black womanhood, love and social life
KEITH MATTHEE
Introducing A Book With A Revolutionary Message
ekaya
INGE ENGELBRECHT
“Distrik Ses – 'n diep begeerte vir iets wat dalk nooit sal bestaan nie”
off the record
EMILE ENGEL
The Low Hanging Fruit of Multilingualism
GREER VALLEY
Thoughts on Decolonising Afrikaans
TERESKA MUISHOND
Searching for Women Like Me: Coloured Identity, Afrikaans, Poetry and Performance
ARGITEKBEKKE
Afrikaaps Complete script, deel 1
hotlynx
shopping
SHOPPING
Purchase or listen
feedback
JULIANA VENTER
Feedback
PETER DELPEUT
Zondagochtendgedachten
contributors
the back page
STEPHANUS MULLER
On Broken Music
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RITHULI ORLEYN

GOD

GOD is no-more mysterious than the odds of swimming through the sewer of township past year-20 mark word up biko god is the miracle of odds that got you through the door called year-zero where other 14 year-old moms like yours made it there on a siyaya taxi and on arrival in that backyard questionable clinic greeted your could-have-been zizamele preschool mates shook their hands and beheld their downcast eyes in red tone skin marveled at their best behaved umnqayi-in-hand cultural etiquette saw them twice as bundle of joy wrapped in blanket xa bephuma well more like hoped for it but didn’t make it out of the hospital let alone out of esuthwini god is the chance that you are not one in half-that-marikana lot amakrwala oomgcineni whose muffled massacres don’t get to be tv newsrooms worthy and shwashwi front cover topical you were not botched in the bloodstains of choice though god gives us all choice first long before she gives us the gift of life god gave you the miracle of both “Ii-blades zeengcibi-lenkce zamampondo hustling a quick buck this december at the expense of 20 plus patriarchs” again did not touch even the strand of your hair god is the odds that all you got was the name trash on facebook at worst god is the sunrise that has you frying eggs ne bisto this side of free-from-polio-scare dance floor he is the words “I made it” out your mouth the morning after your black friday kuyafiwa kwasesh and 16 december undead life god is the two feet you surf trains with elokshin just because “so bored” just because “sbwl” your would have been salukabakho gone awol is the measure of how thick the shield of the blood of the lamb in your devil-may-care-life this december is you see god exists don’t let them unbelievers fool you he is the piecemeal miracles their drop-by-drop collection through which it is a possibility that you are not merely remains of blood clots on a nappy or sanitary towel in that backyard clinic 25 years ago god is the throw of the dice for sure but one reshuffled by year twenty five he’s the push-back that got you sane and safe with your junior degree from that mental institution called rhodes wits and u c fucking t.

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