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Lindokuhle Nkosi

Lindokuhle Nkosi

    Blooming from where you once bled
    Blooming from where you once bled
    “Never forget that justice is what love feels like in public, just like tenderness is what love feels like in private" - Cornel West...
    Curling lips, speaking tongues — Thandiswa Mazwai in tune at 40
    Curling lips, speaking tongues — Thandiswa Mazwai in tune at 40
    The rest is always and everywhere is silence
    ​Where does it hurt?
    ​Where does it hurt?
    “All the womenin meare tired. – Nayyirah Waheed
    ​But why are their boobs out?
    ​But why are their boobs out?
    1In 1982, the South African painter Marlene Dumas produced a collage titled Three Women and Me —...
    Thundercat and the unidentified H.E.R. in this week's The Lists
    Thundercat and the unidentified H.E.R. in this week's The Lists
    For the past three years, I have been involved in a protracted meditation on Thundercat. Graeme Arendse (art director, Chimurenga) reckons...
    Dineo Seshee Bopape: The madness of the holes in the whole
    Dineo Seshee Bopape: The madness of the holes in the whole
    Consider Dineo Seshee Bopape. Right now she is a voice. Disembodied. Streaming out from the screen. A blinking machine. The voice is rough with...
    The Tarot will teach you
    The Tarot will teach you
    The artist is called.
    Black artists must hitch their wagon to BEE
    Black artists must hitch their wagon to BEE
    A coffin blanketed in the six colours of the South African flag lies mounted on a stage in the Durban City Hall. On a banner is an unsmiling,...
    Carbon copy: The aesthetics of duplication
    Carbon copy: The aesthetics of duplication
    Humans have, for centuries, been preoccupied with the ideas of duality. A yin for a yang. A his to match the hers. A simple mirrored reflection,...
    The struggle is in the songs
    The struggle is in the songs
    "The last evening was devastatingly sad as the heroic occupants of the death cells communicated to the prison in gentle melancholy song that their...
    Freedom marches to kwaito's drum
    Freedom marches to kwaito's drum
    I meet Sbu "The General" Nxumalo at his house on one of the many numbered avenues of Melville. There's a sanded-down door against a...