Category Archives: Black Butterfly Thursdays

Black Gatekeepers Of Oppression & White Monopoly Capital… By Mzomuhle Msomi

I told a friend and colleague of mine about the problem with blacks stuck in the racist oppressive systems the following… Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on February 18, 2016 in Black Butterfly Thursdays


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She Had A Spark Of Divine About Her…. But My iPhone Almost Let Me Down… By Kagiso Maloma

She had a spark of divine about her….

You know? untied dreadlocks with an aura close to non
The type to make your day just by looking your way

Yet the chills her touch gave made it feel like it was all imagined

No steletos to heel on as she walked barefoot on the beach sand
She’s the type of sand you bring to the beach as she’s just  better
I cut the WiFi at my house as our connection was naturally virtual and telepathic… Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on January 14, 2016 in Art, Black Butterfly Thursdays, Music


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Detailed Guide On Building Self Confidence, Inspiration & Escaping Depression… By Kagiso Maloma

Levels Kwedini, Coz He Could Have Just Kicked From The Ground…., But Nah

You seen Neo dodging bullets, then later stopping bullets; in my psycho head I’m, like **Levels Kwedini**. The action scenes are exaggerated, millions spend on the production, cars and bridges torn apart and bodies twisted and many filming days used up and a lot of failures endured… For what? What really was the message from the Matrix? Any take-ways? Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on January 8, 2016 in Black Butterfly Thursdays


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Survival Guide For dealing With Depression & Stress… By Dimo Wa Moraswi Sekele

Survival Guide from a proud survivor

It all started in 2014 when I lost my source of income, at first I did not stress because I believed it was high time I stopped focusing on someone else’s objectives and pursue my own, something I was passionate about. Little did I know that I was about to embark on a journey that required more than passion, energy, strategy, persistence and emotional intelligence. This new journey included upsetting what I have known as Normal from when I was young till this day. I embarked on a new course of action, and most importantly it entailed learning the basics of survival in a whole new world, a world without a comfort zone. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on January 3, 2016 in Black Butterfly Thursdays


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Untold Stories Of Everyday People We Ignore On A Daily… By Avela Sidaki

These are the inner secrets of everyday people we ignore on a daily,. I am inspired by people I encounter everyday and when I look at them I wonder if they feared no rejection or prejudice, what would they say…. Just what is going on in their minds??

THABO (Everyday Person)

It’s dark and the air is especially piercing. I have definitely had better days. I must have been out like a lamp all night. I can feel a cough creeping up my throat as I choke on a tear. I can not cry, I’m not allowed to cry. I wince as I try to get up despite the creeking and cracking of bones, ligaments, and cramping of muscles. There are quite a few things you tend to get accustomed to when you live on a box in the city, being beaten up by a gang of 12 year old thugs is not one of them.


The pleasant aroma from the bakery violates my sense, so I know dawn is near. I wish my stomach was not more demanding than my lungs. I wish that with one whiff my belly would bulge and I’d be filled. With dawn comes a host of blank ignoring faces. I guess these faces have names and homes and 10 year old kids who look just like me. 10 year old kids who are not me.


In the crowd there is just one face that always stands out though. you don’t know me, you’ve probably never noticed me, but I call you my big brother. See you walk and talk like you’ve got it all figured out life and all. See I see you even on Sundays with a bounce in your step and a praise in your heart. You just don’t know me. I’m afraid if I say hi, you’ll tell me you don’t have money for me or simply ignore me, my heart would shatter. If only you knew, money can come later. All I need from you is a hello and a conversation see you don’t know me, but big bro, you’re all I have.


Ironically My name is a monosyllabic word that means Happiness.


You might not know it you might not see it, but someone looks up to you big bro. You always have something to offer, even when your pockets are cold.

Article by Avela Sidaki


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Heed The Example Of The Young Ones #YouthMustRise … By Seitiso Ntlothebe

Notwithstanding the brutal hammering from European aggression and avarice, there is an aphorism from one of Africa’s vast wealth of languages that says: ‘Molapo o tlatswa ke melatswana.’ Just as it directly says for those who speak and understand Setswana, the larger stream is filled or supplemented by smaller streams. But what does this mean you ask? What could I be possibly be alluding to? Dear reader, bear with me for a few minutes as I find the right words to explain myself; I assure you that I will unpack the meaning of this African saying and how it fits into the context of this opinion piece.

In the past few weeks the winds of change, to borrow the overused words of former British Prime Minister Harold MacMillan, have been gusting with ferocity across South Africa’s higher institutions of learning. Students at universities have awaken to the fact that if they seek to see change not only in their campuses but in the country as well, they should be at the forefront of that change; waiting for government bureaucrats with their condescending language bordering on sycophancy would be a waste of time.

In actual fact the winds of change that I speak of began to blow earlier this year at the University of Cape Town (UCT) when students decided that it was enough that their university is on the land that ‘belonged’ to the murderous and racist Cecil John Rhodes, a shrewd businessman if I may say so myself, seeing his statue everyday on campus was revolting. So they took it upon themselves to destroy the statue-an action that did not sit well with liberals (house niggers) and conservatives (racists). I suspect that the destruction of Rhodes’s statue-a man who had no regard for an African life-must be tantamount to angering the ancestors as we tend to believe in African culture because I heard some mention that actions by students would have an ominous effect on the country going forward. I even heard some saying that if he were alive Nelson Mandela would not be pleased with what was taking place at UCT. White arrogance knows no bounds.

The protest against representatives of the colonialism and African oppression quickly spread to other universities across the country and suddenly, miraculously so, government apparatchiks were cured of muteness, and instead of listening or asking what the students were saying they cracked the bureaucratic whip. This is an all too common problem: nobody is interested in the cause. All they seek to do is dress up the problem, sweep it under the proverbial rug and go about life as if all is well in the land.
The University of KwaZulu Natal (UKZN) and Rhodes University-another institution named after the man in question- heeded the example of UCT and statues of any Apartheid or colonial era actor was destroyed. Again this did not sit well with Apartheid and colonialism apologists. Students were suddenly labelled as criminals and at worst racists as majority of the students who were at the forefront of the protests were black. The actions of these students were said to be having a negative impact on the economy. But one has to ask, naïve as this may sound: who cares about an economy if it does not benefit the rest of society? These are some of the questions that have to be asked. But in this scenario an astute, unpolluted mind that was not familiar with these events might be curious and ask thus: ‘Why are (black) students protesting the presence of statues of the Apartheid and colonial era characters in their campuses?’ I would like to believe that the answer is simple: transformation.

It was the Irish philosopher and statesman who observed that, ‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.’ South Africa and indeed the rest of the continent is haunted by timid good men doing nothing in the midst of the ‘triumph of evil’. In August at Stellenbosch University students refused to sit and do nothing in the face of the ‘triumph of evil’. Enough was enough as the popular saying goes and they latched onto the protest started by their fellow students a few months back, 40km west of the town of Stellenbosch, in Cape Town. They too were protesting the lack of transformation at their university. Afrikaans has always been an issue at institutions like Stellenbosch University, University of Pretoria, University of North West in Potchefstroom and the notorious University of Free State run by that pseudo-Mandela Jonathan Jansen. These institutions are traditionally known as Afrikaans universities and they count amongst their notorious and dangerous alumni questionable characters like P.W Botha, his successor F.W De Klerk and South Africa’s own Adolf Hitler, Hendriek Verwoerd. In fact Stellenbosch University is where Verwoerd polished his racist policies that would further plunge Africans in South Africa into economical, educational, political, psychological and social abyss after colonialism.
Taking a leaf from the misunderstanding that happened at UCT, UKZN and Rhodes, the Stellenbosch University students produced a remarkable, enlightening, sad and infuriating documentary to better communicate their struggle. Here is one student making a remark that is both tragically disturbing and painful: ‘I feel like it’s wrong to be black. Sometimes I ask myself, when I am alone, why did God make me black…when a lot can happen in a good way when you are otherwise.’ Another student makes another statement, less startling but still disturbing 21 years into a democratic South Africa. He laments thus: ‘The colour of my skin is like a social burden.’ I will hasten to remind the reader that this documentary was not shot in the 1950s, 60s nor the 80s where Apartheid was still high on its pencil heels. It was shot in 2015.

Noticing that our leaders, the people we elected to fight for us, have become Rottweilers of white privilege, the African students at the universities across the land took it upon themselves to continue the struggle that was postponed in 1994. As Professor Tinyiko Maluleke of the University of Pretoria correctly points out, ‘Universities are instruments for the advancement of science and the development of society.’ By seeking to see transformation at their school the students of Stellenbosch University correctly and rightfully wish to contribute to ‘the advancement of science and the development of society’. How do they then do that if they are being discriminated? How do they contribute if they are treated as pariahs in the land of their birth to paraphrase Tshekisho Solomon Plaatjie? As I do not have the powers of an oracle to predict what tomorrow will be like, but as a jealous student of history I take my hat off for the students of UCT, UKZN, Rhodes and finally Stellenbosch University, for they refused to sit about in the face of injustice and prejudice. Whether they have come across the remarkable words of Edmund Burke or not, they refused to let evil triumph. They shamed useless government officials like the Minister of Higher Education Blade Nzimande who deliberately ignored students when they complained of racism at higher institutes of learning.

Now let me go back to the beginning when I remarked in the language of my mother and father when I said: ‘Molapo o tlatswa ke melatswana.’ Recently I published an opinion piece titled ‘South Africa: A Country of Two Nations’. In that piece I highlighted the sophisticated systematic racism that is faced by black professionals in the private sector. Despite their high education black professionals continue to be oppressed in the private sector and their cowardice is incredibly astonishing if not infuriating. Exasperated by the embarrassing sycophancy of his people in the Eastern Cape, the pioneering African intellectual the Reverend Tiyo Soga accosted them thus: ‘This “Morning Sir” of the Xhosa people whenever they see a white face is very annoying.’ Soga might have directed his criticism specifically to the Xhosa people back then but this was and still is the problem of black people in general. Just as the Reverend Tiyo Soga was annoyed by the submission of his people bordering on timidity in late 19th century, I too am annoyed by the ‘chicken’ mentality of black professionals in 2015.

They would rather keep quiet, oppressed and go about their work as if all is well in the name of ‘I have debts to pay’. Yes, and while this may be valid point until when will you be a slave, pretending to be content while anger gnaws at you inside? It is another sharp African intellectual who captures this nauseating, defeated mentality of blacks. In one of his series of I write What I Like articles Steve Biko wrote thus: ‘Black people under the Smuts government were oppressed but they were still men. They failed to change the system for many reasons which we shall not consider here. But the type of black man we have today has lost his manhood…Deep inside his anger mounts at the accumulating insult, but he vents it in the wrong direction-on his fellow man in the township, on the property of black people…In the privacy of his toilet his face twists in silent condemnation of white society but brightens up in sheepish obedience as he comes out hurrying in response to his master’s impatient call. In the home-bound bus or train he joins the chorus that roundly condemns the white man but is first to praise the government in the presence of the police or his employers.’ Biko knew his people very well. For years, just he like he did the white man and his relentless arrogance and aggression, he had studied his people as well and their embarrassing timorousness. The modern black man does not differ much in low self-esteem from the one Biko wrote about in the early 70s. Perhaps black professionals in the private sector should, as it is the natural order of things, allow ‘the large stream to be filled or supplemented by smaller streams’ and heed the example of the young ones at university. Kgotsong!

Article by Seitiso Ntlothebe

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Posted by on December 3, 2015 in Black Butterfly Thursdays


Heartaches Invisibilities and Vultures {CharlieSheen}…By Nthabiseng Lucia Tselapedi

Blurred faces“It’s A Hard Three Letters To Absorb”- Charlie Sheen 
Yesterday a ‘bombshell’ was dropped! Charlie Sheen declared his HIV status! *Wow! What a Hero, right? Right!* See, I had three main problems with this firstly, Charlie was forced to out HIS status! HIS! And this is so despicable, in so many levels and makes me sad and sick, at the stigma and bullying that still exists when it comes to the disease! Its plain wrong! *And yes! I feel extremely passionate about this!* my second issue was, apparently Charlie has been knowingly sleeping with people without disclosing and protecting them and himself! *I see how this can be linked back to my first issue but let me try and explain* Too many issues to ponder here! Let me start with that in my opinion and moral make-up, when you are about to get into a sexual relationship with someone, as the carrier of the disease, it is your responsibility to protect them, hey, maybe you don’t need to disclose to each and every one of them but don’t be a douche and not use protection! That is scum behaviour and morally despicable and just makes you an ass of a human being! But as well, in this day and age everyone should be responsible for their own ‘sexual protection’, how many times should we be educated about HIV? How many times should we be told to practice safe sex? And do we need celebrities like Charlie to remind us that this shit is real? *Hey, I am not the poster child for safe sex with two kids and all but come on!* or do people believe that some people are invincible to the disease?

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Posted by on December 1, 2015 in Black Butterfly Thursdays


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