Caption: Stealing a selfie moment with Bassie at The Herald Miss PE held at the Feather Market Centre in 2009. Bassie was the MC on the night attorney Di-Ann Qoto won.
Helllloooowwww ...there!!!!!!! Welcome to South Africa's women's month.
Pic from SA History online.. The faces of the 9th August March
I don't know about you, but I still can't believe that it is exactly 69 years since the women, across all racial groups in the country marched to the Union Building in Pretoria.
Yes, the over 20,000 women lead by Mam' Lilian Ngoyi, Helen Joseph, Albertina Sisulu and Sophia Williams-De Bruyn
Picture from SA History on line.. The brave faces behind the famous historic march of 1956
I don't think J.G. Strijdom who was the prime minister then was expecting the unity and the courage of these women who were sick of the oppressive pass laws.
At the launch of Bassie-My Journey of Hope in Sandton in 2019
So in the unity spirit amongst us women uniting and passing on the baton, I thought why not do a close look on the book, Bassie-My Journey of Hope. Miss&Mr Freshett Nelson Mandela Metro University 2019
This was released by Penguin Random House in 2019.
Besides, we are all about creating the culture of reading amongst us South Africans and Africans especially with the group that the like of Bassie speak to.
We really need to know about our story, gone are days where someone else told our stories and there was a broken telephone situation or sensory of information.
Miss Gauteng finalist
This is a book that every beauty pageant girl in South Africa should have. Bassie is the face of the post apartheid beaty pageant queen.
Pic from the Bassie book launch in 2019
I mean the girl, GXHEBE!!! the big sister was rolling with the president of the country then, Nelson Mandela and the relationship lasted until his last days and even after his passing, Bassie continued to be a child that can give the family all the support it needed from a child.
Nelson Mandela's Memorial Service held at the FNB stadium with US president then, Barack Obama speaking at the memorial service
During the disorganized memorial service where important people that needed to be properly credited and given a chance to pay their last respect to the men were not given the chance.
Nelson Mandela's funeral service in Qunu
To Mam' Operah Winfrey, thee mother of talk shows having to pose for a selfie before they will get an accreditation to the funeral.
As much as she spills everything, I'm only assuming out of disgust of how we (South Africans) have
quickly forgotten where we come from and the respect that was instilled in us by our parents just flew out of the window as soon as we heard and given the word, rights.
Bassie Book Launch 2019(I think pics were taken from her instagram account or I took them, not sure)
In her book, she also pays a tribute to Mama Winnie Madikezela Mandela. The two last met in hospital.
Footage from
The old lady gave her a bit of a lecture on how she needed to pass on the baton i.e train other youngsters to be in the position she is currently in.
With Alexandra Townships upcoming beauty queens
In the Book, Bassie also introduce you to the other side of her. The normal South African woman who
also suffered physical Gender Base Violence (GBV) under her then boyfriend and boxing icon, Dingaan Thobela.
Alex Community Unites during a GBV case held in Alexandra Magistrate Court in 2024
She is also a religious who puts God first in almost everything she does. A woman who suffered the painful loss of eight babies while yearning to be a mother.
A woman, whom despite being a public figure still loves her husband a former Metro FM jockey, Romeo Khumalo. She had a chuff life indeed but you can see that Bantu Education really worked on this one.
Some of the lessons learnt from the book:
1.The money and friends can work. If all parties respected each other when it comes to money
2. She interviewed Micheal Jackson during her top Billing years, the interview was done in a musical shop. Not sure why but if you are MJ's fan like me, in one of his Youtube documentary, the child's star reveals how fame didn't allow him to do little things like grocery shopping and has been yearning to go to shopping malls.
Mam Doreen Morris picture from internet
3.Questions to ponder on or would really make you want to know more on is the question.
If Miss SA was Mam' Doreen Morris's brain child, how did it end up with the Weils family and Sun International?
With Miss World 2014 Rolene Strauss
Sistas need to give us clearity before black people start toy toying the event. She is in a better position to provide us with clearity.
Caption: Me in my kitchen in 2018 before the body cooperate vandalized it.
Welcome to another Tuesday book scrutiny slot.
As we close off the month of July, I thought why not do that with some food to say bye bye July and hello to women's month.
Caption: Baking in my stove before my property was vandalized and the new built in stove destroyed by the body cooperate members of the building.
Yes, I love food. All sorts baking and cooking for consumption and entertaining people. The first
ever person who made me fall in love this art of making food was my father.
That one complimented
every meal I produced for him when I was a little girl.
Thanks to my Sunday school teacher from Naledi Assemblies of God, Mam’
Lizzie Mogale, I also ventured into baking and as if was working in some classy Sandton restaurant, I had to serve her guests with a tray with all that fork and knife and water or drinks served with a sorcery plate.
Youtube on the day I visited Mam’ lizzie
Mogale at her house in Protea North Soweto. Only to be told she's late.
While the boarding
school I attended, Rand Girls High in Braamfonteing Johannesburg. I learnt how
to set up tables like they do in the Rosebank, Sandton restuarants.
You Tube video of green
market lady showing his cooking skills.
You know the oneswith different knives for this and that. Where the fork should be placed
between the different dishes starters, main meal and deserts …. blah, blah
blah.
Caption: pictures of cooking books I have collected through the years.
So whenever I pick up a cooking book I am reminded of my beautiful
colorful childhood.
Time will just go
back to the days of either cooking for my father or helping my aunt, Nomathemba
in Alexandra Township set up her many Sunday dishes.
Her and friends who worked either as domestic workers or
cookers at the affluent Sandton restuarants would share dishes like you are
watching an announcedcooking
competition with the competitors in a healthy and developing cooking club.
Youtube video at the Alexandra township Museum
So I knew who made the best fried cabbage, who preferred it
cooked and spiced with the white pepper spice.
I copied from the
them the different kinds of making a beetroot salad. The traditional grated
with onion and vinegar for taste.
The diced and then dressed up with chutney source and the
ones that are just done with Mayonnaise. As well as copying how to make the
traditional Chakalalaka salad, with chillie and without chillie.
The plain traditional
Coleslaw salad or add raisins or apple.
The traditional Coleslaw salad pic from internet
While I was staying with my aunt, I was still in Primary
school then, she taught me the basic food preparation.
Weekdays were my turn
to cook while Sundays, she took over as the senior woman of the house.
My dishes were very
simple, especially in a house headed by a traditional Sotho man who preferred
Pap in his main meals.
So every day I cooked
pap, with minced meat on Mondays, Tuesday Pap with fried Ox Liver, Wednesday
Pap with steak, Thursday Pap with fried Boerewors, Friday Pap with beef,
Saturday Pap with tinned staff eitherbull Brand or fish.
A picture Idea of my dishes
As you can see, it is true that in Johannesburg meat is the
real deal hence the Eastern Cape say Apho inyama ingapheli kuphela izinyo
lendoda.
Coming from the
Eastern Cape, these people made me enjoy pap and eating it with my bare washed
hands instead of using a spoon.
While my weekend visit to my father in Protea Glen Soweto, I
would grasp almost every recipe for scones, biscuits etc as the Christian woman
loved entertaining guests and her house from Monday to Sundays were always
frequented by different church people.
Others from
Assemblies of God and Faith Mission. Saturday mornings were her evangelism day
for children so she would also gather kids from our street after a session of
Biblical lessons and games. We would have a meal together before dispensation.
So you see, I’ve always been a food lover. I may have lost
interest in cooking over the years but the love of food has always been there.
I’ve always collected
and bought cooking books but never really had a chance of trying all of them.
Entertaining with Tovey- How to be a star in your own
kitchen is one of the books I bought during the many Sunday Times book sales.
The paper had a slot
to review new books at the end of the year,they gave journalist a chance to
buy the books reviewed throughout the year.
John Tovey, a former theatrical company owner and now
operate the Miller Howe Hotel in the Lake District.He has appeared in many Television and Chat shows, runs gourmet competitions and cookery courses at the hotel. He likes going on cooking tours of South Africa and the United States.
In this book, Tovey whose hotel- the Miller Howe- was singled out for its ultimate accolade of tureen, pestle and moratar and bottle for best table, best hotel and finest wines in the Good Food guide of 1978 and 1979. Want to build the confidence of those who love to play in the kitchen.
In this book he compares the preparing food as the art and the kitchen the same as the theater where actors need to practice and polish their skills as well as be ready to deliver that excellent piece to their audiences.
He describes the interpretation of the recipe being the same way as the actor interprets a part.
IF you follow me on social media, you will know by now that
I am a huge fan of Sydney Sheldon.
I was introduced to
him at a very young age. Back then, my father had several of his titles in our
home Library.
Pic
Pic from the internet: Author of Bloodline, Sydney Sheldon
Over the years, I have become a collector of his books. I
think I have about 12 of his titles now.
However, his books were written years ago. He died in 2007
Though not around his stories are relevant in our lives
today.
Hence every month for the rest of this year,
we will feature a title from him. He is one of the greatest writers /storytellers
of all time.
His work should be known by generations.
Pic from internet: Sydney Sheldon's title collection
So my Sheldon pick for this month is the Book Title Blood Line. This is to go
with the theme of the slot, to encourage reading amongst us Africans and every
story lover.
William Collins Sons
Co Ltd first published it in the Great Britain in 1978 then later by Pan books
Ltd in 1979.
Reading this book, purchased at one of the second hand book
sellers in Alexandra Township, South
Africa reminds me of the CCTV drama, Ifa lakwa Mthethwa (
The inheritance of the Mthethwa’s).
caption: screengrab from google of ifalakwa Mthetwa
The Zulu drama was about the battle for the inheritance of Mthethwa family. It is a book that makes you turnpages as there are so many similarities that
one can relate to.
The story is mainly
written from the powerful Jewish family battle of money, power, ambition, lust,
danger and death.
The conspiracy of someone wanting to kill Elizabeth Roffe, a
young intelligent woman.
Whom overnight becomes the richest girl in the world after
someone killed his rich and powerful father.
Click, Click…… Doesn’t this line reminds you of the South
African Zulu drama, Hlalakwabafileyo?
Let’s pause for a second on Blood line and reflect on
Hlalakwabafileyo for a moment.
Plotted in the 80s the drama was a bout a Soweto supermarket
owner whose son, Zuzumuzi was so desperate to take on inheritance that he at
some stage planned to kill him.
His wife (had also
found out that he had a mistress in Hillbrow whom he fathered a son.
To add more to the
story, the family was given a wrong body to bury.
Anyway, back toour book and its author, Sydney Sheldon’s
writing is timeless and cut across everyone.
In this story, he
zooms in on a rich Jewish family that owns a drug company that has enjoyed
success in three continents.
Thanks to the rags to rich story of the founder Samuel
Roffe. His desperate plea to marry a beautiful rich girl leads him to discover an
antitoxin that saves a desperate dying Jewish man.
The background set up of the story is in the Jewish
Community of Krafow ghetto.
In the book, you are introduced
to Samuel, a son of a peddler and a nobody in the community that defines you by
what your family owns.
His passion for
helping people leads him to help a laboratory, Dr Wal’s who has a beautiful and
supportive daughter but the snobbish mother hates him.
She hates him even more when he learns that the low class no
body whose father’s ambition is to own to two broken down horses to pull carts
through the dirty crowded streets of the Krakow ghetto.
The wife influenced
his daughter and the Dr to have nothing to do with the daughter. Terernia was
then arranged to be married to a richold Jewish Rabbi.
(Gaz’lam Kethiwe)
Pause a minute South Africans, doesn’t this remind you of
the Bomb Production drama, Gaz’lam… Khethiwe and S”fiso situation?
Anyway, Terenia was the only supportive person, she
protested the marriage to the Rabbi so much that her parents had to call Samuel
Roffe and give him six months to come up with a plan that will ensure their
girl will be financially and cared forwhen they are married.
He was banned from Dr Wal’s laboratory so this plan was made
so that Terenia, who was seen as a foolish young girl could see that Samuel who
had gone back to peddling could not afford her.
But Sam with little time helps his father with the family
business of peddling and in the evening goes to a makeshift laboratory to try
get concoction that will free him from
his poverty state.
Even when he has
some, ignorant people born into wealth are not willing to give him any chance
to invest in his business venture.
Throughout the six
months, Terernia becomes his only confidant thanks to the terms and conditions
of the six months grace period that allowed him to see Terernia at least three
times a week. While trying to come up with a solid running business before
their union.
She was supportive, so much that she even suggested that
they eloped.
Anyway, with the clock ticking, he was saved by a friend who
had a bedridden father. He had a chocking cough from one of the epidemics that
frequented the crowded Jewish ghettos.
Alexandra township is a picture of the over crowded Jewish ghetto pic from the internet
Now his friend was going to trade an old horse for a cart,
something that Samuel had then and could
even build another one from scratch. The family was so desperate that they didn’t
mind him trying his antitoxin on the dying man.
Miraculously, the man recovered and word of mouth spread
out. More people wanted the syrup Sam himself couldn’t keep up with the demand.
People were getting healed.
For his dowry, the Dr gave Samuel six horses and a small-equipped
laboratory of his own.
His business grew to
a point that he also mixed herbs and even people who could not afford the
medication were treated.
Terenia, believed
medication was to cure people.
But generation’s
later, the legacy was targeted by greedy power hungry people who didn’t mind
blackmailing and killing to get what they wanted.
So many similarities with how South Africa almost lost its
freedom. You will enjoy this read!
With author of Doing Life with Mandela Christo Brand at Nelson Mandela's cell in Robben Island
HELLO everybody and welcome to our new book slot, THE TUESDAY
BOOK CORNER, Yhea!!!!.
Every Tuesday’s we will do a scrutiny on some of the books
that are available to the public to indulge.
These are not necessary brand new books.
Some we will be borrowing from our local government libraries,
others purchased from the second hand booksellers.
Giving a talk about books at Savoy Library
Picture supplied by Savoy Library staff.
While we are still trying to get national book stores to
partner with us on book reviews, we will be
looking at some of the books that I also have on my personal
home Library bookshelves.
Yes, over the years, I have collected a number of books that
I never had a chance to share the information with them with the masses and
wonderful people like you.
Thanks to this blog, today as a budding writer, I am able to do just that.
So, this is not necessary
a book review column, but rather us reflecting on thelessons that we can take from each book we
read.
The aim is to promote the culture of reading amongst us Africans.
Since this week is the most remarkable week in the history
of South Africa.
Just yesterday, we commemorated
the 60th anniversary of the death of journalist and short story
writer, Nat Nakasa.
Nat Nakasa Picture from the Heritage Portal website
Like his family, I still do not believe that he committed
suicide in New York on the 14 th of July 1965.
After reading the 25th anniversary commemorative
tribute by Drum Magazine Journalist, Mr Theo
A book gift from Theo Zindela's son Kwanda from Kwa Magxaki Port Elizabeth
Zindela NDAZANA the early years of Nat Nakasa- I am now more
convinced that Nat, who had a thing
For white girls was forced out of the 7th floor building
while on all expenses paid trip tour of
the USA.
Forgive me for playing detective and letting my security
investigative instinct kicked in.
But it does not make sense that a man who grew up under the
influence of Rev Nicholus Bengu and
Taught at the Sunday School of Assemblies of God could commit
suicide.
The South African National Editor’s Forum (SANEF) and the organizers
of the Nat Nakasa Awards should help bhuti Thami Nakasa (see the You Tube
insert) to get proper answers and lay the matter to rest. I wonder if the family does get royalties from these awards. They are named after their late relative.
In fact, these awards and any event held in commemoration of
any victim of apartheid should also help the families with answers and get some
sort of upliftment.
It is really pointless to have such events but no progress on the upkeeping of the legacy of that particular person.
It also does not sit well to have annual events such as the
annual Nat Nakasa Journalism Awards which
Commemorating your late relative and give out thousands to
the growth of the industry. Boast the confidence of upcoming journalists who documents the history of the country but yet as a family,
you are not benefitting from the legacy of your own blood.
Nor are you given resources that will help you preserve and keep the legacy alive at home in your community, not just faraway in the media … That
is sick!
That is so Un African and needs to be rectified by SANEF.
Coming from the background of attending some of these journalism awards, I hope the family is included in almost everything and not just to come have a meal on the day of the event. They are not poor and short of food.
Book Cover of Christo Brand's book from the internet
The second book is Doing Life with Mandela….. My prisoner,
my friend by Christo Brand with Barbara Jones.
I remember, interviewing Christo. He even took me on a trip
to Robben Island. Please excuse the picture quality of the phone. I was still
using a black berry then.
Entrance of Robben Island in Cape Town to interview Christo Brand and take a tour
But enough about me, but the book details an extra ordinary
relationship formed by the late state man and someone who was supposed to further
oppress him.
One of the many things that we can learn from Christo is
that, we are all humans and deserve to be treated with dignity.
On the Boat to Robben Island with the view of table Mountain and Cape Town behind me
Some of the things that he did for Nelson Mandela and other
prisoners at Robben Island were a demonstration of a human spirit.
I like the foreword written by Ahmed Kathrada who was
alongside with Nelson Mandela. Both men were sentenced to life in prison in
1964 at the Rivonia Trial and sent to Robben Island in Cape Town.
“ It was the 1980s and the time of the State of Emergency,
when thousands of anti-apartheid activists were detained throughout the
country.
Many of the Western Cape and even some of the Eastern Cape
activists were detained at Pollsmoor.
Their own families didnot know where they were or how they were faring, but Christo let me see
them.
One day he took me to see Trevor Manuel who was not allowed
any visitors at all.
On the boat to Robben Island from Cape Town Museum
Trevor, who later became Finance Minister under Madiba and
other presidents, had already been in solitary confinement for two years when
Christo took me to his prison cell.
It was a big thing for Trevor to have me there speaking with
him.
In prison, we had been hidden from the world for two
decades. Only old photos of us, much younger, were available and even then it
was a criminal offence to posses them.
One Can imagine the impact of our visit to him during which
I passed on the greetings from Madiba and Walter Sisulu, amongst others, it
really boosted his spirits.
On another Occasion, he took me to see Matthew Goniwe, an Eastern
Cape activist who was killed by the security police after his release.
Former South African Finance minister, Trevor Manuel Pic from Polity.org
On weekends when sergeant James Gregory, another warder, was
not on duty, Christo would call me to show me letters that Gregory had refused
to pass on me. They had them for year, along with a whole bundle of indicator
newspapers.
So with that said folks, this week. Let us promote the human
spirit and stop the lies. We are hungry for the truth and our real African
stories. See you next week, chow now!
"Yes, sir she has agreed to do the one on one interview with us.
It will be in her office, just across the road".
Are you sure? asked my then editor- in- chief, Carl Saton Smith.
My new diary update for the week, had caught his attention.
He had to stop whatever that had kept him busy on his computer to give me his full undivided attention.
Ilizwi's front page
Carl, was still in disbelief that the newly appointed first female executive mayor of Nelson Mandela Bay- Nondumiso Maphazi- had given me permission to feature her in our small community newspaper.
At the time, Dr Nondumiso Maphazi was taking over from Robben Islander, Nceba Faku.
Though, I had pitched the idea earlier in our conference meeting. No one really thought much of it that it could develop into a printable story.
I mean the idea, was good for a dreamer like me.
But in reality of the newsroom, she was too busy and if she really needed coverage. The Herald, Daily Dispatch and the Weekend Post were her obvious go to news point.
Dr Nondumiso Maphazi Picture supplied by the family
But there I was, inexperienced news reporter telling her that one of the most influential woman in Port Elizabeth and probably the whole of the Eastern Cape province has agreed to give us time.
No one was prepared for this.
Youth Focus column on Ilizwi Community newspaper
I myself didn't realise the magnitude of what I had done. I was merely obsessed with getting my Youth Focus ideas being published.
With BayFM community radio cast
This time,I had a meeting with the local artists and there were tired of being unotticed in their home town.
There were even reports that artist who left Port Elizabeth in persuit for better life in Johannesburg were struggling but ashamed to come back home as they were embarrassed and ashamed that their dreams didn't take off and things were even worse for them in Johannesburg.
Youth Day celebration with Xceedo from Imbizo events
One of the events company based in the city, Imbizo tried to accommodate some like the late Joyous Celebration singer from Port Elizabeth but it was not enough. There was a need for intervention by the city, the mayor and all stake holders.
For me then, it was a miracle that Carl had taken me in his wings.
With no formal journalistic experience of writing stories.
Few months earlier, I was a security guard, the whole of Port Elizabeth knew me as the female security guard at Coca Cola Perseverance.
This new role, which I begged after I had over sold myself to him as a freelance Youth Motivator at Nkqubela Fm, a community radio station and someone who was also frustrated and had confronted him that the paper, Ilizwi was not catering for the people living in the township especially the Youth.
Carl, first gave me the Ilizwi youth Focus Column. Mainly written in English but had a drop of Tsotsi taal, Fanagalo, slang and street lingo of PE.
Dr Nondumiso Maphazi Picture supplied
Carl thought of running ideas with me before the interview the next day, but there were not much ideas.
The Herald and weekend post had done all the possible stories. Including covering the fact that she was once a petrol attended in her youth.
But he let me think of ideas that will work for both her and the newspaper.
The day of the interview started horribly wrong.
I was late for the normal bus because my mother send me back from the bus stop to change from the sneakers and jeans to something that was more appropriate.
Press briefing of the homecoming of PE Political prisoners with Bhuti Fezile, Nceba Faku standing seating Bukiwe with Oom Govt Mbeki not sure the name of the two gentleman then my mother next to the gentlemen with a pink shirt.
'People don't take you serious Khanyiswa because you do not take yourself serious. First impressions do last you know' those were Ntesh's words
With Zimbabwean singer, Olivia Mtukudzi
The only decent clothing on my wardrope that time was a fur cream winter jacket, a green comoflouge skirt and half leather heel boots all bought on Truworths credit card.
As I crossed the street from the Feather Market Centre to City Hall, I tripped and fell and the heel of the shoe came off.
There was no turning back either, already I was about 15 minutes late for the interview. So I limped into her secretary's office. Explained before hand what had happened and still stated my keenes to do the interview still.
Dr Nondumiso Maphazi picture: supplied by family
Mam' Nondumiso was busy, so she didn't notice my late coming.
Few minutes later,I was ushered to her huge office which made me even more intimidated.
I remember the soft leather chairs, the huge table with the New South African flag at the corner of the table.
The framed pictures of South Africa's first black president, Nelson Mandela, the then president Thabo Mbeki and the Eastern Cape premier then, Nosimo Balindlela in her traditional isiXhosa regalia displayed in the room.
It was only then than it dawn on me that I had come to interview someone very, very important.
'Sorry mam, I broke my heel as I was crossing the street.
Dr Nelson Mandela. Picture from the internet no accreditation given
Otherwise I would have been here earlier, I am really sorry Mam', I said as I was limping to the direction of a chair she showed me.
"It happens to all of us, I had a similar accident in one of the airports, years ago,'she told me the story as she was welcoming and trying to make me feel comfortable.
With Dj Sbu, founder of TS during the Metro FM Music Awards PE school's tour
I actually missed my flight that day," We both broke into a huge laughter as she rely her story to try and comfort me and make me feel at ease.
'Would you like me to send someone to get you another pair of shoes", I politely decline.
My security background was that even generous offeres were bribes. I knew this came from a geniune love and concern but politely decline and we continued our informal chat. She was more interested in me. I told her everything about my passion for the youth, art work in Nelson Mandela Bay.
Dr Nondumiso Maphazi
She inturn told me about her plans for the Youth in the Nelson Mandela and her plans to work with the township school and how she was going to use her platform to bring change to the black community of Nelson Mandela Bay.
With the Jeziel Brothers at the Metro FM Music Awards
Everything was a bit informal at the end of our meeting, she had organised all her people to include me in all her work.
Back at the office, everyone was waiting in inticipation to hear feedback.
Playing Golf with the then premier, Nosimo Balindlela
A space was already allocated and people were busy with drawing pictures from files.
The story was Carl's project. A told him everything from the meeting. I often had to say Mam' Maphazi's response verbartism so not to misqoute her.
That article became a game changer for me and the paper. We were now seen and recognised by the community that we served.
People didn't see us as rebelious youth that were just make empty noise and endorsed by the paper.
No, we were noticed and invitations tricked in and tip offs of major stories came in.
When the youngsters were planning to distrupt the Umsobomvu Youth Development Agency national cenference held at the Feather Market Hall.
99% isiXhosa Comedy backstage at the Boardwalk with Nono and Qhamie
We knew before hand that the ceo of the agency, Andile Lungisa who was also the national deputy president of the ANCYL together with Julius Malema as the president will be dragged out of the conference.
Wearing his sweet pink suit and sharp pointed BEEE shores to address the Youth Unemployment in the region.
When the American singer, Bebe Winans was coming to town, we were the amongst those waiting to greet him at the airport. The invitation came as far as Johannesburg to attend the Celine Dion Concert with transportation which included return flight tickets.
When four Nigerian national appeared in court after a story of a teenage girl that was thrown out of the fourth floor flat in Central.
With the Help of the regional ANCYL in the region, High Schools around the city came to a standstil as youngsters marched to the court demanding the suspects not to be given bail.
Dr Maphazi's term as a mayor taking over from Nceba Faku saw the metro Fm came to the city for two consecutive years, with that our office was flooded with artist from Ts records.
Maphazi life Memorial is on the 18 June, the Wednesday at Nangoza Jebe and Funeral on Friday the 20 June at Feather Market Centre.
I would really like to thank the family and friends of Maphazi for giving me all the pics to use for this article.
To everyone who played a role in tracking them after seeing my post on facebook... Thank you, thank you, thank you! Umuntu, ngumuntu ngabantu. Thank you!