BOX TICKED: Shaun* in his workplace a day after he voted at Parkhurst. Photo: Sisa Canca
A word or two: Coach talks to his players during a short break in match-day one of Lady Buck Tournament. Photo: Sisa Canca
Attendees of the discussion leave the venue after the debate went out of control due to interruptions by some members. Photo: Sisa Canca
A group of youngsters under the care of Malaika Orphanage in Hillbrow in the music room ahead of a musical session with mentors. Photo: Sisa Canca
The start of the 21,2 kilometer half marathon (the first of three races for this year’s Diepkloof Half-Marathon and 10k run) at Nike Football Training Center, Soweto. Photo: Sisa Canca
Zimasile Tobo, a security officer and athletics coach giving instructions to his pupils during one of their training sessions at Wits Education Campus. Photo: Sisa Canca.
I’m sorry to say that the views you’re about to read can be extremely abhorrent and borderline unsophisticated. I am an exception in a world where beauty and advancement in women is gauged by the quality of nails, hair, eye lashes and the powder put on their faces. Instead, I appreciate exquisite beauty and I love simplicity.
It’s in my constitution to treat every woman with respect and tact. And despite my views on this particular topic, I don’t and will never treat women as subjects of my indecent judgement. I don’t think anyone should look good “for someone else” but as a human being I just happen to find a thrill when I see unblemished natural beauty. When I can’t see any of that around, I fret, which I guess is the reason for me to talk about this.
I love my African sisters. They are amazing in so many ways. Most of them have luscious lips, appetizing eyes and drop-dead fine faces. But I think most often that glamor is defaced by all these cosmetics.
I am not expecting ladies in 2016 to be backward dinosaurs but I always feel a burr in my chest when pure allure is buried beneath some insipid make-up, creepy lipstick, excessively weird nails and a weave.
We are being starved of black beauty by our black sisters who seem to have adopted in their minds an epitome of how a woman should look in contrast of true attributes of natural black women.
It’s basic common sense that you don’t tinker with something that needs no fix. I’m left wondering why you’re tampering with such beauty with your makeup. Part of the reason, I think, we were talking about draconian rules on black hair in former Model C schools two weeks ago is because whites have gotten so used to black people wearing weaves that it almost feels eccentric when a black girl embraces her uniqueness.
Those rules were wrong on at least two counts. One, they’re racist and secondly that they throttle nature and uniqueness. Dare I say that in my life I see only a few dozen black women with their natural hair. For many the experience of having “black hair” has become foreign.
In my opinion, genuine beauty is such a rare jewel. When I spot a beautiful, natural black woman, I don’t think twice about a compliment. Sometimes I compliment originality because originality nowadays is like finding the proverbial needle in a haystack.
There is a television commercial that speaks about character and to a broader extent genuineness. Towards the end of this advert, there is an important question that goes “take away his award, his car, his girlfriend. What does he have left?” and that’s the question I wish to ask every woman with bogus stuff all over her body. If you take away your artificial nails, hair, eye lashes, and lipstick. What do you have left?
I believe that perfection is when there is nothing to take away yet you almost feel like there is nothing more to add. Being beautiful is being yourself.
A GROUP of Wits students is offering aid to an orphanage in Hillbrow through their community outreach project, Batho Bothong.
The project helps 75 children, between the ages of two and eighteen from Malaika Orphanage Home with schoolwork through tutorial sessions twice a week and with items such as food, clothes, sanitary towels and stationary.
Batho Bothong volunteers tutor the children in Physical Sciences, Maths, Maths Literacy, Biology and English. The initiator of the Batho Bothong programme, Khutjo Maganyele, said they also help with homework and other assessments for other modules when the children need assistance.
Malaika orphanage founder Juma Sebichuwu said they have seen great improvement in academic performances of the children ever since Batho Bothong came on board in 2014.
“The results of what they [Batho Bothong] have been doing here are visible to us, to guardians of these children and to them as well. Their grades have improved a lot,” said Sebichuwu.
Malaika orphan Nondumiso Mlambo, 18, is starting the first of year of her law degree at the University of Johannesburg. She said if it wasn’t for Batho Bothong, she would not have achieved the grades that secured her a place at university.
“The programme really helped us. We were a group of three girls (doing matric) and we all passed. If it wasn’t for the project we wouldn’t be where we are right now,” said Mlambo.
They also organise motivational seminars for the children to motivate them. Maganyele said it is necessary to instil positivity on children who are determined about their education and goals in life. “The kids are passionate about where they want to go in future. And they are such a bunch of kids, full of joy and potential,” said Maganyele.
Maganyele said he took a conscious decision to start the project as a result of the struggles he faced when he was in his first year at university as someone from a poor background.
“In my first year, I struggled with my self-image. I had like three trousers and a few tops to wear. And I chose to focus on people who are worse off than me,” said Magabyele. He said he chose Malaika because of the “appalling conditions” he saw at the place.
The project was formed by Maganyele and seven of his Wits friends in 2014 with 15 volunteers at the time. They started with few kids and he says the number has grown ever since.