The Pink Machine

What happened to the sacredness of music?


In Ancient African times, music, poetry and dance were never separated… they were our religion.

In all our rituals and rites of passages music was the solid foundation on which we built our culture.


To the African child, music can Never, be ‘just’ music. We have been raised by a people that believe that music is our connection to our creator.

African spirituality is built on music.

We call our highest spiritual leaders…iizaNGOMA.

So no, music can never be ‘just’ entertainment to us.


Ancient Africa revered its musicians like it did its prophets and healers, for they worked with a similar ‘black magic.’

Ancient Africa respected its musicians because they were people who could work with spirits. The ability to transcend and connect with peoples spirits is one which will always be intriguing for human beings.

In Ancient times, Africans recognised that the gift of music was a gift of a spiritual nature.



But just like we let the west rape our land…..we have allowed them to rape our culture.

We enabled them to put a price tag on our ways. Fast forward 500 years and we have sold out our Spirituality to become Products and Brands.


There is a machine called the record label.

It has the ability to ‘make’ and ‘break’ so called ‘talent.’

This machine is in partnership with the media. (print, tv, radio and internet)

The media is usually loyal to the machine because of the advertising space the machine buys; and whatever other freebies available.

The machine knows that once you control the media, you can control people’s opinions.


This machine will Only service artists who belong to it, so it’s not about the greater good of the industry.

 It’s about who is willing to sacrifice 90% of their album sales for a moment in the spotlight.


Most often than not, this machine is usually filled with power-hungry individuals who like to party…..and are not necessarily people committed to the craft, as you would expect.

Sadly, the core of the music business has lost its truth.


This is an industry built on perception.

One in which people ‘create’ the image they want you to see.

The concept of ‘showbiz’ has played many tricks on many people.

The machine has the budget to distract you with lights, costumes and big shows.


Art is not a competition so there is no such thing as the ‘best’ one……the only thing that separates artists, is that a minority of them have this thing called a record deal. (i.e resources)

A record deal gives them access to awards, gigs, tv interviews, radio airplay and attention from print media.

Most artists in South Africa are independent. We are therefore unaware of A LOT of our South African musicians.


Independent artists can’t buy advertising space and have big launches with free booze, so quite frankly, the independent artist is not a priority.


 Music is a business in which only the big fish can swim.


Even the S A music awards are a farce.

 You would think there is some team who watches SA music; watches new releases and goes to performances around the country.

There is a team, yes, but they are mostly made up of people FROM the machine.

As a result, awards will mainly go to machine artists, as the machine pats itself on the back.


Information about how musician submit their work for the samas, is also kept within the machine. As a result many careers are built on Who You Know.

Because the machine is essentially running the awards, it pushes its own agendas- as a result there have been some pretty, bizarre wins at the samas.


The SA music awards should be run by an independent body….and not by the machine.


The only way we can restore the sacredness of music is by creating structures that ensure that the independent artist can survive.

Most independent artists stay in the game because it’s a ‘calling’ for them.


The independent artist needs to have EQUAL ACCESS to the media, radio airplay, tv music shows, resources to make their album, as the signed artist.


When everything is fair, then you allow for healthy competition and for artists to deliver their best.


At the moment, being the ‘best’ is heavily reliant on who you are rolling with.


When the market is ‘freed-up’ then true talent can occupy its space and ‘showbiz’ can continue doing its thing too.


There is no democracy about our music industry.

It’s about who you are linked to.


The machine, through the use of the media, tells you who the ‘best’ is. You, the audience, ALWAYS buy into the hype. Barely 3years later, you spit umntwana ‘bantu out.

The audience has become part of this sick cycle of ‘making them,’ invading their lives and making them feel larger than life, then spitting them out.


If independent artists had structures that support them, then this cycle would just be a part of ‘showbiz,’ and they would have something to fall back on.


It’s not a ‘showbiz’ anymore when it’s messing with people’s livelihoods.


At the moment there is no support structure after ‘the curtain goes down.’

Our artists shouldn’t be dying broke.

There is something about this machine that needs to be revisited.


Can we speak about the pink machine sitting in the middle of the room please?


My 2 Ladies….

There are two women in my life that teach me how to be a sister.

My older sister Thandiswa, and my younger sister Nomsa.


These 2 women have singlehandedly stretched and pushed my patience till I got over my own self. These 2 women constantly show me that I am an imperfect human being……but still worthy of being loved.


Obviously I met TanTan (Thandiswa) first….I don’t remember much of our childhood dynamics but she insists, that I cried to her, for my entire first day of school.

 This is a piece of information that she likes to drop whenever she gets a chance- especially around my new boyfriends.

(I suspect it’s her way of telling potentials ukuthi “wooooooo this one aint got no swag!”)   :’’’’D


Unlike my relationship with Nomi (Nomsa), TanTan and I can clash as we are both ‘bull’ personalities. We both prefer to have things done our own way and when our 2 ways clash……hmmmm kunzima!

 Whereas with Nomi, I have come to terms with the fact that she is a bossy boots so I tend to step back and let her have her way. Lol! Stru!


The most intriguing and precious thing about siblings is that no matter how much I try to convince myself that I don’t need my sisters, life shows me that, actually, I can’t live without them.

The most excruciating fights are with my sisters and my favourite moments in life always include my sisters.


We had quite a protected upbringing.

My mother preferred our friends to rather come visit our home, than us to go out. As a result of this, my sisters and I have always been friends.

Not a skeem or a clique though…..we are all too independent to cling onto each other. We are friends.

We chat, party and get drunk together……and cry together at funerals.


What I think has preserved our relationship is that, we stay in our own lanes. Nomi Knows that I’m her big sister. And the 2 of us KNOW that TanTan is the captain. We don’t create conflict by going against the natural order.

Having an older sister is something that one should never take for granted. It’s a gift to have someone always walking one step ahead of you. It’s a safety net that can last a lifetime.


Having a younger sister has taught me patience. I am still riddled with guilt at what an awful job I did as a big sister when I was still young. Eish…..back then, I didn’t quite like the girl who came and took all my attention.

Learning to accept having a little sister was a journey. The power of having a younger sister only showed itself to me later in life.


Nomi taught me what it is to fight for someone. Even though I was okay with abusing her, if anybody else did the same to her, I would show them flames.

It is through having a little sister that I learnt how to be fearless and to show courage.

When you have a younger sibling who looks to you for protection, it teaches you how to be a leader.

Now that she is old enough to fight her own battles she is teaching me new lessons.


The most beautiful lesson I have learnt from these 2 women is LOYALTY.

What a rare and beautiful thing.

These are the women who piss me off by telling me my brutal truths.

These are the women who are unaffected when South Africa is pissed off at something I tweeted

These are the women I can shamelessly call when I only have 10c in my wallet

These are the women who openly laugh at my outfits and say ‘ayi Ntsiki just do you!’ lol!


These are the women that show me that I’m a control freak, dramaqueen and an overall difficult personality……but they continue to love me so effortlessly.


They love me, like it’s like breathing to them……these precious gifts I call siblings.


Is it OK?



Is it?

Is it?

Is it OK?


Is it ok to talk about being gay?

1st of all I’d like to clarify

that not ALL of us are

of the school of thought

that some people

are better

than other people.

I don’t know who these people are

who think

they have the authority

To say what’s right

And what’s wrong

Who’s straight

And who’s crooked.

Is it OK?


Is it?

Is it?

Is it OK?


Is it OK to talk about being gay?

Nobody speaks about the courage

it takes to be something different,

when most people are the same.

Nobody speaks about the guts

It takes to say

‘This is Who I Am!’

Instead they hide away in the

Secrecy’s of their own sexualities

Wishing it away

Denying it

Is it OK?


Is it?

Is it?

Is it OK?


What do I make of all these gay killings?

What kind of a ‘better’ people

are Murderers and Rapists

Torturers and Bullies?

It is Completely,


And utterly


for their sexual orientation

Is it?

Is it?

Is it OK?


Is it OK to talk about being gay?

We Cannot live in a society

where people are victimised

because of who they choose

To love

If people were not ‘created’ that way

Then Jah/God/Allah wouldn’t have created them gay

You go on as if you ‘chose’ being heterosexual


‘so when did you become gay?’


Is it?


Is it OK?

Is it OK to talk about being


Is it?

Is it?

Is it OK?

to talk about being gay.


Coz If it’s OK

I’d like to say





Tata: Absent

2 nights ago, I got the wrath of twitter. This was after I tweeted:


 ‘Absent fathers breed rapists.’


Somehow, (I don’t know how) but this statement was read as ‘All boys raised by single mothers are rapists.’


Are we so afraid of men, that when it’s time to address a male misbehaviour we find a way to twist it and make it about women?

Well then, let me break it down to you.


When fathers are absent…..who will teach boys how to be men?


This statement was not saying that all kids raised by women are rapists. This statement was saying, when fathers are not there, little boys will hurt and are more likely to go out and hurt other people.


The angry response on twitter showed me that a. A LOT of people were raised by single mothers b. A LOT of people are still hurting about their absent fathers.


This is definitely an issue that our society needs to address.

What are the emotional effects of ‘absent fathers?’

How do ‘absent fathers’ contribute to our social ills?


Men have never been made to take responsibility so I understand why this conversation is a little bit uncomfortable.

Men have been given room to impregnate and then ‘run away.’

 Men have not been taught the importance and responsibilities of being a Father.

Bad baby-daddies get off too lightly in our society. Being a bad father is so normal, that we call baby-mamas ‘crazy’ when they need help.


We never consider the turmoil absent fathers create by not being there for their children.


A child needs both a mom and a dad. Being exposed to the male and feminine energy as a child equips you in a life, where you deal with both men and women. When either of these energies is missing, people tend to find ways to fill that ‘emptiness.’


Children who grow up feeling unloved become grown-ups with emotional issues. If you grow up feeling like your own father ‘ditched’ you…that can be quite painful and traumatic.

Men are not just born rapists….something happens to them.

Rape is an unnatural act of violence… is triggered by something- it does not just happen out of the blue.

Rape is a sickness, we have to look at the causes of that sickness.


The statement also did not mean that all rapists don’t have a father. However a part of me does feel like the father-son relationship needs to be studied and explored. It has been said that Rape is a crime about ‘power.’

In the patriarchal system we have been raised in, the father is the powerhouse.

The way in which we relate to our parents Does have an impact on who we are.


I don’t doubt women’s ability to raise good, strong men…..but I do feel like a dad has a Very important role to play too.


There are many tragedies that absent fathers have given rise to.

Many social ills that absent fathers have seeded….and RAPE is definitely one of them.


One of the things that Apartheid messed with was our family structures.

Our men went away to work and our sons didn’t have fathers to teach them how to be men.

We are the generation that must end that cycle.

We are the generation where our men come back home.

Phuza face anyone?

Can we talk about our addiction to alcohol?

Since the dawn of freedom, alcohol consumption seems to have escalated. Sometimes it feels like freedom is interpreted as, the freedom to drink every weekend.

Heck, we’ve even renamed a whole day of the week to ‘Phuza Thursday.’


Without fail and with due diligence, we have programmed ourselves that come Thursday…we know we drink. That’s the habits and characters we are creating in our society.


How come nobody speaks about the fact that besides the short term ‘happy’ feeling….alcohol is like drinking poison?

What about the fact the worst decisions are made under the influence of alcohol?

How can something that has had such a negative impact on our society be allowed to exist so comfortably within it?


We have normalised the one thing that is responsible for MOST of our social ills.

When men are drunk, they have raped their wives and children.

When women are drunk, families are dysfunctional.

When children are drunk, they fall pregnant.

When people are drunk, they have unprotected sex and spread disease.

When uncles are drunk, they engage in criminal activities.

When girls are drunk they can make themselves vulnerable to violation.

When boys are drunk, they can be violent.

A lot of things happen because of this ‘drunk’ thing we do every weekend.


I was stunned when people were upset at the government for removing alcohol advertising on tv. I’m not quite sure what people are upset about but I heard some people speak of employment.

Are we willing to sacrifice the whole nation for a couple of thousand people to have jobs? Really? We will self destruct our own nation and teach people to be drunkards for the sake of these jobs? What about creating jobs in finding ways to manage the time of the youth? What about creating jobs that actually benefit our people, so that we are not so drunk that we have our land stolen again?


 Why is it ok with us that being some kind of an alcohol addict is ok?

A phuza face in your 30’s is NOT ok!!!!! :””’D


Yes, I agree, all things in moderation….but look at us….look at what we have become.

The only way we have become the rape capital of the world is because SINXILILE.


It’s time for Mzansi to sober up, and start being serious, about being potentially, the most beautiful place in the world.   



Ladies…do you realise that we don’t have some kind of ‘Sistacode?’

Some guideline on how to engage with other women.

I find that, women, always say that, women are their own worst enemies. If that’s the case, then each one of us has to take responsibility for the role we play consciously or subconsciously in being bitchy to other women.  Hence we need to start having a conversation about how we want to start treating each other in tricky circumstances.

People always say that women don’t get along, but it’s actually this patriarchal system that has pitted us up against each other. We are socialised to believe that we are each other’s competition.

We have always been made to believe, that there are not enough men or jobs to go around, which in turn, has made us vicious towards each other. We see each other as a threat.


The biggest hoax of all…..’There are more women than men.’- RUBBISH. No one in the universe has developed such sophisticated methods that can account for ALL the people in the world. Statistic’s are based on probabilities and my problem with this theory is this….Each and every snowFLAKE is 6 sided and has its own unique shape- and you are telling me Mother Nature couldn’t balance genders? Cmon now. Balance is a law of nature….this ‘statistic’ has just been a convenient way for men to benefit from the desperation it caused within women.


It’s time to change the game and take the power. It time for some kind of sista revolution.

Where you see a woman and you embrace a woman.

Where you don’t see competition, you see an ally.


When you see and acknowledge strength and beauty in other women……you give them permission to see and acknowledge your strength and beauty.

You have had this conversation many times ladies


YOU: “oooo I like your dress”

HER: “oooo I like YOUR shoes!”


 It’s actually not that hard… nice to other girls and other girls will be nice to you.

Don’t be mad at a sista for having a nice dress hawu!


When you encounter other women, something has to click into your mind that says…..these are my soldiers, I am safe.

So that, even when you are amongst strangers at some random braai and a man starts bothering you…..the other women SPEAK for you.

We have to create an environment where we are willing to take up arms for each other. It needs to become clear that there are MANY women standing behind that 1 woman being abused. We have to make our presence felt such that it becomes uncomfortable for abusers to take advantages of other sistas sikhona.


Our silence is a problem. It goes against that code of protecting other sistas.


Men have this thing where they acknowledge each other first, before women. Perhaps women should have that culture too. Instead of waiting for your turn to greet the alpha male, maybe your focus should be on the fellow females in the interaction. We, women, have been grovelling for male attention and approval for too long.

Ironically, when women work as a collective, the results are tangible.


Women need to start respecting each other territory. Have a chick code that disarms the ‘playa.’

It has been established that sleeping with another woman’s man doesn’t make you special…it just makes you a sidechick.

We need to love ourselves, enough to not to be ok with sharing penis….and thinking it’s some kind of achievement.


The only time men really share a girl…is usually when they consider her a village bike. Women share men as a norm. Does that mean we, women, Settle with the village bike?


We deal with each other all the time, lets starts talking about the tricky ‘woman to woman’ moments that we deal with…….I’ll tell you this much tho….that sistacode is going to be thicker than the bible!