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Milisuthando Bongela

Milisuthando Bongela

Milisuthando Bongela is the Mail & Guardian's arts and culture editor. She is a multi award-winning writer, blogger and collaborator. She has experience in the arts having worked in fashion, music, art and film as well as a decade-long career in consulting, entrepreneurship, blogging and cultural activism. She is also directing a documentary about hair and black identity, a film she calls the report card on the rainbow nation project.
    A moment of truth as two worlds collide
    A moment of truth as two worlds collide
    A car guard in a tattered luminous-green reflective vest runs to my car as I begin to park it on Owl Street in Milpark. He is a veteran who knows...
    FAKA: Making living performance art that flips the script on gender norms
    FAKA: Making living performance art that flips the script on gender norms
    Fela Gucci and Desire Marea may be the monikers of gender-nonconforming performance artists Thato Ramaisa and Buyani Duma, but the characters were...
    ​The world delelas Africa at its own peril
    ​The world delelas Africa at its own peril
    On Monday morning before leaving for work, I picked up my phone only to see unsolicited activity on it from Google Maps, telling me that traffic to...
    Sisters give up rat race to show Durbanites how to live their best lives through yoga
    Sisters give up rat race to show Durbanites how to live their best lives through yoga
    Sisters Nosizwe and Nomzamo Mji left their respective lives in New York and Johannesburg, where the former was a yoga instructor and the latter...
    Elders need to step up: Respectability politics, generational policing won't free us
    Elders need to step up: Respectability politics, generational policing won't free us
    "‘"Who unleashed the canines or gave permission for the canine to handle the peaceful protest that was made on Friday and Saturday?" asked an...
    Imagining the Loeries from the future, where the current inequalities are dealt with
    Imagining the Loeries from the future, where the current inequalities are dealt with
    It is Saturday night in the Durban Convention Centre. The Loeries, a live commercial for the advertising industry, are about to begin. A woman’s...
    ​A runway fit for a queen – powerful West African queen Abla Pokou, in fact
    ​A runway fit for a queen – powerful West African queen Abla Pokou, in fact
    There once was a West African queen named Pokou, or Abla Pokou, who, in the mid-18th century, ruled what is today known as Côte d’Ivoire.
    Who have we become? A vignette on everyday humanity, or the lack thereof
    Who have we become? A vignette on everyday humanity, or the lack thereof
    A woman runs down the long descending escalator at the Rosebank Gautrain station while the stairs are in motion. There is no one to push past...
    Miss Milli Recommends: The Bertram's inner city farm is all goodness and no pretence
    Miss Milli Recommends: The Bertram's inner city farm is all goodness and no pretence
    The Bambanani organic vegetable farm at Bertrams has given me life since discovering the affordable, earthy vegetables there, not far from my...
    Dine in true Art Deco style if you're looking for a stand-out treat in Parkhurst
    Dine in true Art Deco style if you're looking for a stand-out treat in Parkhurst
    The only thing that’s odd about Café del Sol is the name of the restaurant, a moniker that doesn’t quite allude to the refinement inherent in...
    Conquering the "undesirables" — my bumpy, bruising ride to loving myself
    Conquering the "undesirables" — my bumpy, bruising ride to loving myself
    The earliest memory I have of grappling with the concept of love was at the age of 10 or 11 when I saw expressions of love different from those I had seen at home, where uthando (the isiXhosa word for love, although I think they differ in equivalence...
    It's all about perspective — shifting my gaze to find meaning in the mundane
    It's all about perspective — shifting my gaze to find meaning in the mundane
    As I was making my way to work one morning last week, I had a vision of fresh vegetables leaving the earth, my hands dusting the black soil from...