So, I saw an article online where rapper Asaph was, let’s say, less than thrilled with the awards nominations. He argued that a certain nominee didn’t even qualify in the hip-hop category.
If you ask me, that’s usually the sound of someone who’s just upset they weren’t on the list themselves.
Let’s be real: how is the industry supposed to grow when the same people, who were scooping awards back when I was in O-Level are still dominating the scene, two whole years after I graduated from Nust? Hai guys, please!
You would have thought I had a rare medical condition if you’d seen the violent shaking of my head as I read Munch n Sip director Mandipa Masuku’s comment on the same issue.
There’s a little lesson in paradoxes: it’s a situation that is its own opposite.
For example, it’s an influential promoter—famous for gatekeeping and actively excluding little-known local talent at her events—choosing instead to fly in South African stars she seems to respect far more than the local media.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Mandie, my love.
Before you lecture us on Asaph’s supposed legend status and the support we allegedly owe him, maybe just check that... ah, never mind. I hope the irony isn’t lost on you.
- Byo guitarist turns to the mic
- Vic Falls Carnival launched my global dream: Asaph
- Curtain comes down on Vic Falls Carnival
- Byo guitarist turns to the mic
Keep Reading
Halloween party a flop
Don’t even get me started on the flopped Halloween party held last Friday at Alliance Française.
A friend told me he’d rather have bought meat for his grandmother, who would then have sent her goblins, bats, and owls (izikhova gatsheni, spelling aside) packing for the day. Enough said.
Enter Mavetera
And finally, I was confused at the ZITF Hall 3 last Friday during a parliamentary workshop when speaker of Parliament Jaob Mudenda descended on ICT minister Tatenda Mavetera—but I was not half as confused as she was.
My confusion was simply over whether to laugh or sympathise, kikikiki. It took me right back to childhood, when you’d laugh first and say sorry after.
The former Studio 263 actress just kept nodding with a stone face, scribbling in her notebook without even looking at it. I even heard a CCC MP whisper, “Put the pen down, dear; we both know you’re not writing anything.” Crazy times, indeed.
Cheers, my friends! Until next time—remember to be good. If you can’t be good, be safe. And do pop by my Instagram: @SouthernEye/SE.
