THE BLACK IMBIZO is a dialogue platform for Africans to

engage on issues affecting Africans. Living in a country where the narrative is outside of the

African voice, a platform like this is deemed a revolutionary act. Spear headed by Africanists;

poet Ntsiki Mazwai and author of ‘I’m still a kaffir,’ Vukulu Sizwe Maphindani. These two

black voices are known for stirring up Black

Consciousness dialogues and such an initiative promises to be explosive, informative and constructive. In a tour that will at times involve various pan Africanist and Black Nationalist speakers and leaders, The Black Imbizo hopes to create a space for the voices of people on the ground on how to best deal with our own issues.

It is a tour based on finding African solutions for Africans, by Africans. We can no longer rely on others to create systems for us.


Ntsiki Mazwai is an unapologetic Poet who have made headlines in South Africa’s media because of her brutal honesty and works of poetry, whilst Vukulu Sizwe Maphindani is a fearless Black Power leader

heading the Black Centric Forum Movement and also a black consciousness author.


The Black Imbizo is an initiative set to address and redress the

injustices that black people have been going through for over 400 years and continue to suffer the latter in present day colonialism. Initially reflections will be based on Ntsiki’s Musical Poetry and Vukulu’s literary offerings but the Imbizo is a broad-based project for black psychological development. The black imbizo is the big black pot that we will all throw our ideas into, working towards a more dignified African experience.


The tour will kick off at Nikki’s Oasis, 138 Lilian Ngoyi st, Newtown (opposite Market Theatre) on 21 July at 4pm. Admission is free and the talks will be hosted fortnightly in different areas; ranging from bookshops, coffee shops, Auditoriums,

Forums etc.


Owing to the fact that Africans find it difficult to express

themselves in the presence of white people; White people will not be allowed at participating venues. A time has come where Africans need to speak amongst themselves, without fear, without interference.


The Black Imbizo is a movement based on love and the restoration of African dignity.

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The Master’s Horses

As I sit and reflect on the political situation in South Africa, I realise that African people have a long way to go before we are free. Our own leaders themselves are far from free. It looks like the fight for black dignity is nowhere near over. We thought we were fighting to remove a system only to find that our people just want to fill the spaces in that very same system. None of our leaders are fighting to change the system they just want to benefit from it.


Every year it is with great dismay that I look at Africans fall all over themselves for horse racing events that have nothing to do with them. Every year the blacks get excited about the master’s horses going to race. They gain absolutely nothing from the exercise, they are there to just clap hands. What makes it worse is the fact that the slaves get so much satisfaction, status and clout. It is with pride with which they see the opportunity to go watch the master’s horses run around.


This past weekend, the slaves adorned themselves in the master’s clothes and competed over who could look the most European. The slaves didn’t even go as themselves babhemi. They sat and studied European fashion and got African designers to imitate European fashion so that they could look the ‘best.’

But wait, this is all slap bang in the middle of the land debate. (*Claps Hands 3 times)


I can never imagine our fallen revolutionaries doing this. They are chasing after white things, while in pursuit of black justice? This new model of revolutionaries is so confusing to the eye. It is easy on the ears but confusing to the eye. You are fighting for the poor while you drink champagne with the whites? When EFF joined parliament I thought they would question the high salaries but they just got comfortable in the pay cheque of being MPs. How you as a civil servant and someone of supposed service can rationalise getting R80 000/month and fight for a R3 500 minimum wage is beyond me. And yes of course we must always remember, you have bills to pay. (unlike everybody else.) People always claim they are going to change the system from inside but the system always changes them.


In my mind, our government has always been represented by ‘blessers, booze and opulence.’ This has stagnated our development as a nation and as a result we find ourselves two decades later in the same situation. Not much has changed since apartheid. Only the ‘slegs blankes’ signs have gone down, the rest remains the same.

The media keeps creating hype events that get you excited and distracted from the real issues facing us as a people. The rich white capitalists keep buying our leaders and as a result nobody is truly representing us.


So yes, when I saw my government in waiting at the Durban July, it worried me. The fact that Durban July was even a whole ‘thing’ for them. Ukuthi iDurban July is their kinda vibe…


I saw that I was just dealing with a younger version of ANC.


The Masterpiece Press Release

An Interview with Ntsiki Mazwai


MaMiya: Thank you for taking the time to unpack yourself and The Masterpiece with us. Before we get started, is there anything you don’t wish to speak about? So we know our boundaries…


Ntsiki Mazwai: Thank you so much for giving me a platform for my voice. It is not often that I get a chance to speak for myself. People always speak around me like I’m an object and not a person. I appreciate every platform I get.

You know, I’m an open book. I feel that it is important that I am as truthful as possible about who I am and my human experiences. We can only learn from each other if we share information. I also find that nobody can hold my demons against me because I have owned up to them. Feel free to ask me anything.


MaMiya: Who is Ntsiki Mazwai?


NM: heavens I really hate that question! I never know what people want to hear. Do you mean my background? What do I stand for? Historically I am the daughter of two writers who were leaders in the Pan Africanist Congress, Belede Mazwai and Dr Thami Mazwai. Having parents who were writers means that I was raised to be a deep thinker but not only that, my breast milk was pan africanism. I am a seed of that union. When I was young my parents called me Tjatji, so I guess my tjatjarig nature was always ‘a thing.’ My mother died when I was 11 which shaped a lot of my journey.

I grew up in Soweto but my parents were traditionalist so my Xhosa identity is deeply embedded in my being. I visit my maternal grandmother’s grave in the Transkei as often as I can. The Transkei is my home but Soweto is the beautiful family that has adopted me.

Life taught me big lessons while I was young. I have always had to be strong. I think also life is very different when you don’t have a mom. I think a lot of my strength and hardship enduring elements stem from that early tragedy.

I went to white schools and as a grown up discovered I was black. White schools don’t teach us our blackness. They create an illusion of separation. Sophisticated blacks and disadvantaged blacks are created. Everything lies in black unity for me. Black unity will remove the division that capitalism has enforced upon us.

I struggled in high school as the outsider everybody was always gossiping about. I found my escape in reading poetry in the library during break times. Poetry books were my escape. In a sense, I am just a girl who is addicted to art. I don’t know how to live without it.

Who is Ntsiki Mazwai? When I look in the mirror, I see a woman who cares deeply. A woman who loves to serve and heal. I see a woman who loves to laugh and express herself. I see a woman who does not tolerate injustice. I see a woman that has a beautiful energy that others like to be around. I see a woman who likes her own company. I see a woman who takes charge in every situation. I see a woman who makes people feel comfortable. I see a woman who works hard and hardly sleeps on her dream. I see a leader. I see a healer. I see a person who brings joyful and youthful energy.

I also see many other things, which is why I hate this question….it has no answer. We are all on this planet asking ourselves ‘WHO AM I?’


MaMiya: What makes THE MASTERPIECE special?


It feels like a breakthrough moment for me. I feel like it is Do or Die. The Masterpiece captures the moment where my soul decided to Rise Again. After 15years in the game of some pretty hard knocks, I finally feel like ‘actually THIS is what i wanna do with my life.’ For the past several years the media had been running a smear campaign on my brand and they had a sister second guessing herself. I forgot my own strength….the stage. Many people couldn’t see through the propaganda. It left me heartbroken for many years. Getting my Masters Degree was actually part of my escape plan. I had decided that the people REALLY didn’t want me. All of this has changed since I started working on the new work. I got on stages for the first time in many years and the same thing that had always happened, happened. That thing I had forgotten. I KILLED IT. And I continued to kill it. I started to promote in December last year and have been so blown away by the reception. It is amazing to watch my energy at work. As expected the audience is reluctant when the mc calls my name, however from the second my dj turns on that sound the roof comes down. It happened again today. I announced a new song (Mahamba Wedwa) and Chuchu (my producer)….all he did was press play. People reacted to the song like it was that song that they absolutely adored….the song that makes them rachet. I was like HEH MADODA! This journey has been so profound for me. wow.

I feel like a lot of people felt like ‘I gave the game away.’ The Masterpiece is my moment to settle that score.


MaMiya: Who did you work with?


NM: I have had the most incredible journey with my producer Chuchu/ Dj E-Siah. I spent all of 2017 looking for the right sound. It was actually quite a crazy year because I just refused to settle for anything less than what I wanted. I was lucky enough to have an underground album fall on my lap, DEEP SOWETO VOL 3. The production was absolutely beautiful.

I searched high and low and one day in the middle of October Chuchu pitched up. We didn’t waste any time on 21 October I went to his studio in Dobsonville. It was a tiny bedroom studio that produced The Masterpiece. Religiously we made time every day from 10am-2pm to work on music. I would arrive in the mornings and find Chuchu playing a beat. I’d sit on the bed, get my writing pad out and release everything that I had been feeling and observing around me. In the early stages I was quite shy about my voice, as I had been scared of it for so long, but as the weeks went by I gave more of myself and opened myself up to growth. Chuchu is the most patient producer I have ever worked with. I really had a blessed journey. We have so many stories and memories to share. We have a story for each song. I am blessed to have people around me who know how to work around my ‘temperamental’ moments. I do not mean tantrums, I just mean that Chuchu and my whole team have to deal with moments where Ntsiki is MAMIYA….and MaMiya uyachikana.

Featured on my album as a producer and artist is one of my favourite rappers King Flo, he produced one of my fave tracks on the album ‘’Impintshi Zam.” Listen, I don’t care if only 10 of us like that song but those 10 of us SISEZOYIJIVELA GOED!!!!! Haha but no, this is a club banger for real. Yizo!

I also feature bra Pops Mohamed, we do not give enough credit to musicians who are preserving our indigenous instruments. We are sleeping. Pops Mohamed is a legend and what a privilege it is to have him on the track SOBONANA. Sobonana is a the crying song in the album. Its intention is to heal. We shall weep and release the spirits of those we have loved and lost. I myself have cried about 100 times to that song. It’s really great for a good cry!

Then there is the legend in the making, Napotron, he is a master beatboxer and musical genius. An artist who is truly loyal to his craft I am yet to see such a work ethic. Then he just happens to be humble with a beautiful soul. South Africa and the world is about to fall in love with Napotron.

I also have an amazing team around me, I am forever grateful to Rasty More, Kgotso Motaung, Tumi Tsiri, Chula Mthembu, Aphiwe Honono and Phindy Rasmeni for helping me strategise and execute. The masterpiece has taught me that with unity, Africans can achieve the unimaginable. I always have amazing creatives who ensure that my imagining is aligned to the work. There are too many people to thank right down to my producer’s wife doing my hair! We really have been blessed. It has not been without conflict but the journey has been pure, honest and true. I am proud of the work.



So when does the album drop?





27 April 2018

Soweto Theatre


Tickets R120 on Soweto Theatre

R150 at the door



Before I forget…..genre?


NM: This is a cross genre offering that will suck you in whether you’re an old skul hip hop hed, love your kwaito or appreciated some beautiful lyricism and sounds. The album is young and it’s mature. It is sophisticated and ghetto. A beautiful mix of politics, love, women and spirituality…the subjects Ntsiki Mazwai has become known for.

Dark Thought



I closed my eyes and remembered: a dark night with a skinny guy who was strong and aggressive, suffocating me. His whole arm was across my chest and his other hand dragged my short denim skirt up to my waist. My heart was in my mouth. I couldn’t kick him I was trying to keep my legs closed. He held me up against the wall and I didn’t scream. I couldn’t believe what was happening. What was Sipho doing? Panic blazed in my chest. “I told you that I don’t want to have sex.” My soft voice whispered. “Wena uyisifebe sami.”

I felt ugly every time he called me that but I didn’t know how to tell him. He called me that every time we had sex. It made me feel like a dirty fuck. It wasn’t sex, I didn’t want it. It was scary and I couldn’t breathe. I shifted my body to get a bit of air. We were outside in the garden but no neighbours could see: no one to save me. I tried to push him off me but my ‘No’ kept turning him on. His breath was heavy and fast. He smelt like soap. He pulled down his tracksuit pants and pried my legs apart. I hit the back of my head against the wall. He was stronger than me. I made it easier: I wasn’t wearing panties when he ripped inside of me. He ‘won.’ Breathlessly he thrust into me, his locs hit my face. My arms limp at my sides as I looked over his shoulder into the dark garden, his arm still across my chest. We were outside. I should have screamed. During that ‘round,’ I didn’t fight him off. He was too heavy. My eyes couldn’t meet his.


When he was done he backed off to attend to his weapon. He didn’t wear a condom. My heart sank. I pulled my skirt as far down as it could. I walked inside the house with a straight back and my nose turned up. I sat on the couch and watched TV like nothing had happened. When he walked in he tied his locs into a ponytail and went to the bathroom. My mind was confused. My eyes watched the screen but my mind was confused. I wasn’t sure what had just happened? Was that just rough sex? Why didn’t I fight harder? Why didn’t I scream? I was so relieved when I heard laughing voices entering the house, Sipho’s friend were back and he reappeared.

Wayne and the others had gone out to get a few things from the shop. They did not know what had happened. We were all going to a birthday party that night but Sipho turned to me and told he had decided to change the plans and take me home early. HE had decided? HE had decided yet again what I wanted. I remained silent and fetched my bag. We all walked out the house, his friends still laughing and talking loudly. They discussed which car to use. I walked alone behind Sipho towards his car breathing sparks with every step I took. When we both got near his car, I blew with all my might. I thundered at Sipho and screamed with my fists. I kept punching his face, his stomach, anywhere I could. I had never even been in a fight before, he covered his face with the same arms he used on me. I thought I heard shouting, I kept punching. Next thing I was lifted off the ground, arms were around my stomach. Wayne pulled me off Sipho, but I was still trying to grab at him. It took three of them to stand in front of me, to keep me in my corner, they kept telling me to calm down. Three men blocked me and the others were around Sipho asking him if he was ok, every now and then they glared across at me. They all thought I was crazy, my mind screamed

“This motherfucker just raped me!”


I opened my eyes again. It is not something I like to think about.

Open Letter to Afriforum

Open letter to Kallie Kriel,Ernest Roets and the rest of the klu Klux klan at Afriforum


We African people are watching as you throw dirt onto our ‘forgive and forget.’ It is sheer arrogance to be a minority settler group set on intimidating the majority of this land. Like many South Africans I was flabbergasted to hear that you are charging people for hate speech and incitement. The irony: your organisation represents exactly that, in this country. You’re an irritating boil oozing puss and refusing to heal.

The white male has done enough damage on this continent. It is enough. In other African countries the settlers were kindly and happily escorted out the country, you on the other hand have refused to leave.

When you have behaved badly in a home, the people of that home are most likely to be eager for you to leave their home. Do you have any idea how crazy it is dealing with an unwelcome visitor who complains about everything but will not leave?

Look at the history of this country. White people have left a bitter taste in Africans mouths. We are fresh from an Apartheid past, so of course black people are still angry. Did you expect all the feelings that come with oppression to just evaporate into thin air?

You have no right to tell black people how to deal with the trauma inflicted by you and your people, no right whatsoever. And in fact you imposing yourself like this, is highly provocative.


The best way to deal with emotions is to express it.

What you call ‘Hate Speech’ is an expression of black pain caused directly as a result of your being here on this land. White domination in South Africa has had a very traumatic impact on black people. How dare you try stop our healing process. The pain that white people have caused on Africans must and will be expressed until we feel it is enough.

How and when we decide to deal with the emotions is NOT your decision to make.


I think what is also disturbing for me is how quickly you are using apartheid style tactics of intimidation to silence black people. Your organisation is a threat to peace in this country.

I too am an African nationalist and understand when a group is standing up for the preservation of a culture, however that is not what you are doing. You want African born Dutch descendants to dominate and be the superior race in South Africa.


It truly is ironic when you speak of hate crimes. It is so easy to find documentaries on the internet on how you are training your youth to hate Africans and go as far as teaching your offspring how to kill us. This organisation is a ticking time bomb for South Africa for it seeks to enforce white privilege at quite a volatile time in our politics. Africans are by nature a peaceful and loving people, but history has taught us that when African get angry…..the situation becomes ungovernable.


Stop intimidating the people of this land. We have fought long and hard for peace in this land. People died for this. Stop disrespecting Africans and take responsibility for the trauma you have inflicted. Give Africans space and time to heal. And shut up…’re blessed to be here and you know it.

Don’t push us.



#SocialMediaShutdown WE SURVIVED!!!


If John has a shop and you buy bread from him at R20 five times a week…he is getting R100 from you every week.


If you do not buy for one day, he earns R80 rand from you (loses 20)

If two of you do this then instead of making R200, he is only getting R160 (loss 40)

If three of you do this then instead of making R300, he is making R240 (loss 60)

If four of you do this then instead of making R400, he is makingR320 (loss 80)


Do you now see that the more people join this campaign the more cellular networks will lose revenue? At some point they will have to budge. They rely on the naysayers to safeguard them from exploiting us. They need you to believe that this will never work. But this is simple maths guys. Capitalists work with numbers….there is at least eighty million cellular phone subscribers in South Africa. WE are those eighty million.


Please continue to spread the word on the #DataMustFall protest. This is truly a strategy that requires numbers. You have nothing to lose, just one day in the week. Wednesdays to be specific.

Until data prices fall we will be having 24hour shut downs where we will switch off data and not buy data.


These cellular networks are exploiting us and have us at ransom. Please lodge your complaints to the competition commission of SA as this is not ethical business practice. We cannot have the second highest data costs in the world with our high unemployment rate.

These high data prices are a violation to the right to access to information. In this Information Age it is crippling our nation not having access to the internet.

They also create barriers into industries as entrepreneurs have to carry this obscene cost of data. Students can’t access their schoolwork. This madness has to stop.


This movement is a peoples movement, it is nobody else’s responsibility to fight this battle…please do what you can. If you have legal information or ways forward, lead. This is an opportunity for us ALL to use our power.


Big UP to all South Africans who were dedicated to the data struggle yesterday…we survived the #SocialMediaShutDown… week Wednesday we make it even bigger.


Tell everybody you know….the revolution is HERE!!!!

#DataWillFall #ShutdownWednesdays



I want to tell you exactly why you are wasting my time when you focus solely on the Guptas with regards to the economy:


“R100 is stolen from me by two thieves John and Ahmed. John takes R80 and Ahmed takes R20….the last thing I’m going to do is help John chase Ahmed for my R20. John and Ahmed must both bring back my money or I must take it back. – Ntsiki Mazwai”


We were hoodwinked in CODESA guys. Owing to the fact that we follow a western justice system, they sat us down and played by their own rules and retained one of the most important assets to this country, the economy. And white people do that often.






They sat us down in that CODESA and sold us lies knowing FULL well what the assets and liabilities of this country were. They built the system so they fully understand its strengths and weakness’. They picked the right black faces to lead us. They taught those black faces how to run that system which essentially enriched white people and turned the black working class into slaves.

The ANC did not get into government and change laws and policies. It replaced the NP government, it is running the exact same system. ANC is essentially employed by white capital. This system we inherited has been running for centuries. The current government is there to secure overseas investors and make white people feel safe about their money.


For us people on the ground when we speak of the economy it is assumed we are only talking about the price of bread and milk and how this will affect us. Infact we are now talking about the collective monies made at JSE. We are talking about the private sector which is making trillions off the working class. We are talking about the fact that there are no fixed employment rules so white employers have for centuries been paying what they ‘feel’ like paying. Which is how a Pick n Pay teller can go home with R4 000 and management can get X10 of that if not more. How do they come to this conclusion that they deserve so much more than the people who actually do the work on the ground? You’re going to throw education at me, this education that we can ONLY get from the white man… at a fee. Kudlaliwe ngathi yazi. There are also MANY uneducated white people in high level management positions.


So essentially at CODESA we were given the political vote, (whatever that is) but not given the economy…the fruits of our land.

ANC failed to reverse economic trade policies that benefited foreigners over the indigenous people of this land. Our economy is a big cow on the ground being eaten by white people and ANC has been given a leg to eat and share amongst themselves. Now the ANC have brought in their Indian friends the Guptas to the kill and their Indian friends are not as submissive as them when it comes to eating and confronting whites. The Indians are not as scared of whites as the blacks are. Infact the Guptas are also only just using the blacks as their ticket in. The Indian family is not here to free the economy, they are here to eat and they are unapologetic about it.


What we have is a situation where the ANC and the Guptas are now starting to eat into the stomach of the fallen cow South Africa and it is upsetting white people as they feel that the cow is theirs.

White people in South Africa run the media and thus the narrative. They have used every media possible to make a noise about the Guptas and no noise about the remaining three legs , the torso and head of the cow which they continue to eat from. Essentially whites don t want to share the money they make by using us as sophisticated slaves. They can see the Guptas coming in and changing the ‘NP System’ and the real fear is that they are getting excluded from the economy. That is why they need us black people to fight this Gupta battle for them.


I was looking at a list 10 richest men in south Africa… is inundated in whiteness. THAT is who the enemy is.


Personally, I think the ANC, Guptas and White Capitalists should ALL be charged and sent to jail where they all belong.