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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.
    The art of being opaque: Why Zeitz should open its books
    The art of being opaque: Why Zeitz should open its books
    The resignation of Mark Coetzee, formerly the chief curator and director of the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa (Zeitz MOCAA), has raised...
    ‘It’ was as delightful as it was disconcerting
    ‘It’ was as delightful as it was disconcerting
    I was stood up last Saturday. I had a 1pm meeting with a friend and she sent a cryptic last-minute text about her decoder recorder not working and...
    The bitter pill of being just to a meanie
    The bitter pill of being just to a meanie
    I knew I wasn’t over it when a tear cascaded out of my right eye in the depth of the night as we flew over the Algerian mountains towards home....
    For Winnie
    For Winnie
    Courage. Conviction. Kindness. Style. Power. Love.
    Recalibrating our responses
    Recalibrating our responses
    When an experienced and respected writer sent me a story she was submitting to the Mail & Guardian, with a note for me to please credit a...
    Only fools     pray for rain, they say
    Only fools pray for rain, they say
    A Facebook post I happened to scroll past in January aroused my convictions that even if it takes millenia, there will come a time when science...
    The cost of the great masigodukeni
    The cost of the great masigodukeni
    In my family, it all starts on a specially created WhatsApp group. Last year’s was titled “Xmas Lunch 2016” and there were no less than 15...
    Building bridges over taken land
    Building bridges over taken land
    Once upon a Tuesday morning in Johannesburg (the best time to squeeze joy out of the rock that is the gym), I went swimming at my local Virgin...
    The intimacies we often forget to politicise
    The intimacies we often forget to politicise
    Whenever we would sit on her wide veranda — which looked out on to William Road, drinking tea or wine, an incense stick burning in her living...
    The strange places we misplace power
    The strange places we misplace power
    Ukuhamba kukubona. Travelling is seeing, they say in my language. My friend X and I took a day trip on Sunday morning, to a small town in the Free...