Let John Tovey show you how to be a star in your own Kitchen while entertaining

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 ones  with 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 announced  cooking 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 either  bull 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.

How desperate are you for power? .... Sydney Sheldon's Bloodline will answer some of your questions

 

Let's read.... At the Savoy municipal library

 

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 turn  pages 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 to  our 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 rich   old 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 for  when 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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Promote humanity stop the culture of spreading lies lessons from the books-Doing Life with Mandela and Ndazana Nat Nakasa

 

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 the   lessons 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 60^th 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 25^th 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 7^th 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.

 https://www.timeslive.co.za/sunday-times/lifestyle/2017-12-31-real-life-political-drama-opens-new-chapter-for-books-in-sa/

To quote Mr Kathrada :

 

“ 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 did  not 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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank You Mama... Till we meet again Mam' Nondumiso Maphazi

Mama Dr Nondumiso Maphazi in ANC colours

 "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!

Psst! you were caught on camera in 2024 spot yourself and share the fun

Founder of Ithlokomeleng Home for the Aged founder, Dr Majorie Manganye with 

Deputy Minister of Public Enterprise, Obed Bapela

 Have you heard? I mean, I don't like spreading gossip but the rumour mill has it that in 2024 some of the South African movers and shakers were caught by our lens this past year. From actors, actresses, pastors, community workers, social workers, doctors, teachers, primary school kids,government ministers, gym instructors etc. Our current camera man, eight-year-old Sphiwokuhle was all over town. In churches, holiday camps, women's conferences, anniversary celebrations, birthday parties and many other gatherings that has happened around Gauteng.

At the Alexandra Peace Ambassador community talk event. All political parties and the community of Alexandra were invited to help some of the issues affecting the township, mainly housing.

By the way, he has no colour, age, political association, gender or nationality discrimination. When he sees something good. He just get on with his job of capturing un edited material for the blog or Youtube, instagram, X and tiktok.

My late brother with Kuhle playing with my phone

A job he was taught by his late uncle, Xolani Ndabeni when he was just few months old.

Unfortunately for this small registered media company, Ndabeni Kunene Creatives Pty Ltd. We lost Xolani, our first male model of our bead work. Our cheff, photographer, driver and unpaid volunteer of the company last month.

Together we were the footsoldiers of the company, before Covid 19. Our mobile shop was sort after going to MTN head quarters, Deinfern small business market and many other markets that happened hear in Jozi back then. As Mariah and Boy 2 Men sang..."And I know you're shining down on me from heaven. Like so many friends we've lost along the way. And I know eventually we'll be together"... His sudden death has taught me never to take anything or any person in my life for granted. Please listen to the lyrics of the song and apply the same to your love ones this festive season. I mean, it is still hard to believe his gone. One minute, I was enjoying his late night calls. Telling me how much he loved and misses me. How he was looking forward to show me progress on some of the things he had been up to since we last saw each other. Literary less than a week from another late night call from him encouraging me his big sister not to worry abd that the business will be up and running in no time. And studying ministry was a Ndabeni blood thing and should embrace it.

The next thing, I get a call to say he was rushed to hospital three days ago, he had diabetes that was picked up during Covid 19. To make things more bazaar, I'm told he kept all this from me because he didn't want to worry me all these years he knew.

Anyway, the stalking and the destruction of my property by Small Business Minister, Stella Ndabeni Abrahams and her politically connected crew affected our business. Mind you we dont know this woman from a bar of soap. But her insecurities are on another level. she had been avoiding me since 2012 when I was still interning for Mail and Guardian amabhungane centre for investigative journalism. I was keen and curious to meet with her then. Even dropped some facebook inboxes to her then.

She made a grand entry in the political scene. One minute she was an unknown, the next I was told she had disrespected the late South African anti-apartheid activist and the second wife of Nelson Mandela, Winnie Madikizela-Mandela. I mean the courage? Hence everyone was curious to know who was she and where did she come from and my relation with her. Some who dont know my mothers kids well mistook her for my big sister, Nomonde. Both my brother Mandla Ndabeni and her were never into politics. Lets just say, after my late mother stop being active in the ANC, we were just ordinary supporters of the political party.

I on the other hand, was disappointed by the party not able to further my studies. I thought, I was entitled to free tertiary education or a bursary from it since both my parents were active in the party before 1994. I thought the sacrifice of leaving me for prison due to political activities and another flying the country in fear of his life while leaving me behind to be cared by the community, relatives and siblings would win people's compassion and fund my studies through a bursary or scholarship of some sort.

But instead, I together with my brothers and sister we find our way through life. Especially after my mother died in 2016, we hustled alone. Xolani had been affected greately by my mother's long time illness. He was her full time support system from the age of seven years. When my mother still had a post as seargent major at Kimberely Military base. With her gone, he came to stay with me and my son in 2018 to do a drivers license and we were in a process of getting him into a chef school through the money we both made selling beads. I will forever miss him. But also deal decisively with bulies especially with evidence and criminal cases opened....GBV must be addressed and now. Anyway, while still on the topic of bullies this year.As we were preparing for 2025 school year. I mean, finally this year, I was able to register online for NSFAS and was approved pending availability of funds and registration at Unisa. So out of excitement of finally having prospects of finishing my law studies last week, I went to Unisa Johannesburg. To find out the registration process.

My first stop was at the commercial crime court but the service from my fellow sister from Amanda Security company was so bad that I quickly moved to Unisa. Just to be greeted by another bully female. The previous week, I was sent home because the staff at the university could not even answer or have this information because the building had no water. On this day however, there was water and people to help, I was also desperate to use the toilet. The security lady and the access control had no time for me, one was busy on the phone and the other was laughing at the fact that I was so pressed I couldn't stand still and she was enjoying my jumpiness and desperation. She showed me a lift that took me to the basement instead of to the toilets and I was up and down with the lift until I couldn't help it anymore. There was more laughter of amusement when I told them about the accident until a male staff intervened. Both confrontation was more of Titus1:12 description of Cretans. People who lie even when theres evidence right infront of them.

Anyway, I was impressed by the openess of Journey South Africa during their presentation at the Johannesburg Bible College early this year. The organisation works with churches to address issues such as addiction, sex treatment of the LGBTIQ to mention but a few. I love their openess towards all topics. Me thinks, more South African churches should work and invite this organisation to their churches. The topics they cover are taboo in some of our churches and by engaging we can stop the cancer of discrimination against anyone...My opinion of course.

In February this year, we find ourselves at a L'Abri conference in Auckland Park discussing spirituality and whitchcraft with qualified medical doctors and Christian faith practitioners. I must say, after getting out of the conference, I wanted to launch a campaign for the witchcraft Suppression Act of 1957 to be brought back.

L'Abri is an evangelical Christian organisation founded in founded on June 5, 1955 by Francis Schaeffer and his wife Edith in Huémoz-sur-Ollon, Switzerland. According to Wikipedia, it was opened to discuss philosophical and religious beliefs. Good place to start lobbying for the witchcraft suppression Act isn't it... We are tired of witches This might my battle with witches. Imagine someone destroying everything you have worked hard for and boasting about his witchcraft powers. I am here to say, witches bow down, we now have no mercy towards you. Our message is very clear as hardcore Christians, go to school, get an education, work for the community and work hard to get your own things, we are tired of your bullying. Imagine, South African doctors, nurses magistrates on the streets because they were driven out of their mension by witchcraft, a spirit of jelousy and anti-progress. Just so they can be the ones benefiting from the things that they didn't work hard for. Time for witches is over, Christians are moving in now and occupying every area. Love rules the world and hatred destroys.

I spotted the MK guys busy in Alexandra township, they were doing a programme for youth day. I didn't have a phone then but Jacob Zuma's kids sponsored this photo. By the way, Msholozi I am sorry if I have ever been harsh to you while in the Media or general. I had to be out of the media in order to see what you were working with. Sir, I think you did a great job with what you had. You brought in your A game even when the situation was rough. I am looking forward to covering your party's events next year. I hope you don't mind me remaining with the ANC still. I have a personal issue with a minister that I think will be able to solve when I am in the organisation. Besides, I think they now need me and this is the best time to say, witches bow down from an organisation that was formed based on Christian principals. You have caused headache and division.

Talking politics, big up to the Gauteng ANC guys for giving me this free ANC T-shirt and a scarf or headgear. I never got anything for free in the party for years so I was so thrilled that I asked for a picture and the guys even sponsored to take one and send it to my facebook inbox...I mean in the world where people do not want to share a thing let alone a picture taken by their smart phone or iphones. Anyway, thank you guys.

We were off to Rosebank Union Church where we attended the Township Reformation Annual Conference. Guess, who we spotted, the current Miss Gauteng Teen finalist. The girl is busy trying to raise R2500 for the competition next year and offers any company willing to sponsor her branding opportunity on the competitions social media platforms. Anyone interested her Instagram page is @Angel. She also shared her views on the Nigerian Mozambican who pulled off from the Miss South Africa beauty pageant soon after the approar on her nationality. Listen to what she had to say then. If you thought the 2010 Fifa World Cup fever was over in South Africa, think again. I mean we were still Waka Wakaring in 2024 and brought in primary school children to join in the fun. As the school had its concerts hounoring the legends such as Hugh Masekela, Micheal Jackson, Destiny's Child, Yvonne Chaka Chaka, Freddie Gwala and Mbongeni Ngema.

Before the country danced to Chris Brown last week, we were already setting the mood with my grade two friend, Christine on stage. Watch the video. We were so honoured to be part of the guests that were invited to a finger snack after the concert and escorted home by the school staff.

The next day, the school had a fundraising event in a form of a family fun day. The family and community of the school were invited to a bring and braai event where they could socialise with each other on a more casaul and safe environmnet.

Children were also catered for with playing spots while adults could have their breavarages and braaing their meat.

Still on the schools, I also visited the school where I matriculated and met up with the principal that is currently doing amazing work.

It was so reviving to be there and talking to some of the former pupils. Please click on this link to learn more about the school. I also had a chance to re unite with my favourite twins. I swear, when I'm rich enough I will buy these guys Massarati's, Lamborghini's Mc Lauren's etc.

The Putu brothers are doing amazing community work. I am so looking forward to working with them again next year, in the mean time. Please click on this link for their work to date. PSst.. their story is not finished Can you believe that woman are behind most GBV cases in South Africa? We do need more platforms to actually address this amongst us woman with the hope that this will help us get rid off our insecurities, spirit of lack and build a better country for all. This I learnt at the annual Women's Convention conference held in Midrand Christ Church. According to an Muhau, an organisation formed during Covid19 GBV cases spiked during the Lockdown. This surely means that South Africa need more programmes that uplifts woman and operated by women who trully mean and do work that uplifts women and the church is a good place to make sure that such programmes for women are implemented. The spirit of competence and pulling each other down is really not working for the country.

Pastor Sfiso Twala invited us to his business expo held at his Kingdom Mandate International (KMI) church at 3rd Avenue Alexandra Township. There are more stories you will here from that big white tent next year in this blog...watch the space.

One of the brother's from Africa and a colleague at JBC was kind enough to forward me this picture taken at an Africa Day event held near Alex. Thank you Mike and lots of love.

Have you ever visited the Rosebank Union Church in Nelson Mandela Drive? I think I will frequent them next year just for their coffee and pastor Richard's teachings.

These guys seems to have something to celebrate everytime. My son enjoyed their winter holiday camp with an Inside Out theme.

We got down at pastor Sithole's 40th birthday Celebration.

I'm yet to meet someone who will throw a better party than Mama Marjorie Manganye, you will read more about her and Itlhokomeleng next year. There's more stories that you wil read about the works of Bab'Linda Twala in Alexandra Township and the kassie itself. You cant separate Bab'Twala from some of the community development there, he is so intertwined with the township and Im finding my way to decently tell the stories there. Of course more stories are coming up about Johannesburg Bible College as I finish my ministry courses with them. Come next year, we will be bigger and better. For now please enjoy the season with your loved ones. If around region E area on 31st December. GNF is having a cross over night. Check out the snippet on what to expect.