The Epistle.

Superman. Bucie. Black Coffee. It was Homebrewed in 2009, Superman, so the attraction to say it is an old tune might be too intense for some, but I would say it is a little longer than seven minutes of erudition that succeeds in retaining a rare freshness. In speaking of Superman, let me say first and foremost that, like black coffee, Superman is at once thorough in taste and smell and temperature. And skill. Fresh and vital, Superman is a sunlight that reaches out through the voice that is Bucie – a voice that is steady yet so susceptible. It is a sunlight that makes you hear your thoughts, Superman. It extends like strong black coffee that is at once thorough in taste and smell and temperature , with a love so dense it hides your skin when it is cold. Superman is not concerned with simply imaging the design and promise of love. It enjoins, this Homebrewed ever-fresh air, the atypical construction of visions of what it means to be in love, of what it means to hope for l...

The night of Friday the 10 th of February, 2023, was not only different. It was the height of a media maelstrom about the brutal murder of one of South Africa’s most distinguished hip-hop artists, AKA , who was gunned down at close range outside an eatery in Durban’s busy Florida Road. He was with his friend and celebrity chef  Tebello ‘Tibz’ Motsoane , who was also murdered in the same way. In order to set the tone, let me appeal to Edward Said’s In Representations of the Intellectual , wherein Said claims that always “the intellectual is beset and remorselessly challenged by the problem of loyalty. All of us without exception belong to some sort of national, religious or ethnic community: no one, no matter the volume of protestations, is above the organic ties that bind the individual to family, community, and of course nationality.” Now, no matter how generous I want to be, I cannot accuse ALL entertainment industry practitioners as intellectuals in the way Said imagines, bu...