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Sticks & Stones & Weed & Bombs 

Stepped on

Slept on but still she kept on

Up for days she weeps the sun on

Her cries don’t fall on deaf ears but rather those that don’t care

Slept on, slept on, she’s dealing with a loaded cannon

A con

The more she gives to him, the more she dies

As she leaves her body for the skies 

She is now the everliving ghost of what once was

Slept on…

What the hell is being slept on?  No one has ever explained it to me nor have I taken any time to do any research on it, so like most I’ve made my own assumptions as far as what it means. I didn’t really think nor care about what it really meant until I started paying attention to Noah Cyrus and Labyrinth’s “You Make Me” video clip. If you watch the clip and think about what’s happening,  you’ll realize that both Noah & Labrinth are actually helplessly being slept on.

We often hear about undiscovered or unsung talent that is being “slept on”, It is a very real and sad epidemic, but then again, it really isn’t all that bad considering that those doing the sleeping are most probably only sleeping because they are yet to be introduced to or are yet to uncover that which they are sleeping on.

Tragedy comes when being slept on is the kind of being slept on we see on the “You Make Me” clip… When one is being slept on by someone they’ve obviously given themselves to, someone who knows them but for some reason is no longer moved by all that they are, all that they’ve given to them, all that they’re still willing to give… Is no longer worth losing a blink.

They know them interested, they know them awake, they’ve felt their attention, possibly their love and with every attempt to resuscitate the spark, they chip another piece off of themselves, they lose an inner peace… They retrogress…

Like a moth drawn to a flame they are bound to burn out, until they decide to rise once more and let go and start it over again in Mexico.

South African Hard-core Ebony Porn


I find that one of the biggest reasons happy people who have everything in common break up is because they finally realize that they don’t have everything in common. We’re all individual beings after all and to base the substance of any relationship on being able to agree with someone about everything means that you don’t get to test the threshold of the tolerance between the two, you don’t get to test the flexibility nor the respect you have towards each other when not in agreement… until you’re in too deep.


Open up your eyes

You keep on crying, baby I’ll bleed you dry

Skies are blinking at me

I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

You shimmy-shook my boat

Leavin’ me stranded all in love on my own


You know those four-five seconds when you’re wilding and want to run your head into the wall cos you tuned in just to catch the last ten seconds of that number you like? You ask yourself; Why the hell didn’t I tune in sooner? Much like when you realize something, you just can’t help but wish you had realized it sooner.

I myself have dated people who I thought I had so much in common with but it all ended. In fact supergirl is the only girl I’ve went into a relationship with knowing very well that I only had a few fundamentals in common with, otherwise, she and I are very different, which is good for everyone else because that means it’s very hard for us to be annoying as a couple, we balance each other out, when she wants to breakup, I wanna make up, when I wanna breakup, she wants to make up, she likes her marshmallows pink, I prefer mine white…

It’s not about how happy they make you, it’s not about how in love you are, it’s about how you handle each other’s differences…


You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop

But you fit me better than my favourite sweater

And I know, That love is mean

And love hurts


Mandela Girls: The Truth Thursday Addition

Today the truth will come out: Mandela Girls? Why Mandela Girls? Fitzpleasure by Alt-J is one of those songs I can’t relate to yet intensely enjoy listening to nonetheless. The song itself is said to be inspired by a chapter from Hubert Selby, Jr.’s 1964 controversial novel about the brutality of urban life. The book was titled Last Exit to Brooklyn. The song inspiring chapter ends with the gruesome rape of a prostitute character named Tralala. A line from the song that always plays in my head is of course “little did I know then, that the Mandela boys soon become Mandela men”, So basically after writing a women’s day post about an incident I had with a group of prostitutes, I thought I’d change the “boys” in Mandela boys to “girls” for a title.

“There’s a gang in Southampton called The Mandela Boys. We were scared s—less of them when we were kids. The (next) line, ‘Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men’ is me wondering whether they’re still in the gang or if they’ve just all got jobs and kids now.”- Alt-J frontman

The rest of the post swings back and forth from the featured Keane track to being about the world’s oldest profession. The originator of the phrase “The world’s oldest profession” was Rudyard Kipling. His 1888 story about a prostitute begins, “Lalun is a member of the most ancient profession in the world.” As progressives debated how to deal with prostitution in the US in the early 1900s, medical professionals soon began to misquote Kipling, and the phrase took on a life of its own.


Shot by Brent Slirton the above picture of Maria, a drug addicted sex worker resting between clients in the room she rents in Kryvyi Rih, Ukraine won him first prize in the Contemporary Issues Singles category.


In Mandela Girls I mentioned how you and I can only speculate about the psychological and emotional journey an aging sex worker goes through. Truth is, not many of them get the chance to age. After so many run ins with abusive clients as well as the health risks they put themselves through not forgetting their probable use of drugs, sooner rather than later, the body must reject the host to survive…

In Mandela Girls I also asked, when is that point in a woman’s life does she decide to pursue prostitution? How hard or easy is it, how long does it take for a woman to brace herself, to talk herself into taking that particular path? In ‘Til She Cries No More I made up a fictional character who naturally made love for free ’til her 1st love broke her heart and she “lost” her way as she spiralled into drug abuse and prostitution… You know how that 1967 rock number goes, The First Cut is the Deepest, and you know what people say, a girl’s real first love is her father.


“Fathers, be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers, be good to your daughters too”


Sticking to the whole women’s month vibe, “Daughters” is a Grammy winning number by American singer-songwriter John Mayer. Lyrically the song is an appeal to parents, more especially fathers to nurture their daughters in their childhood because the relationship will affect their future relationships with men as adults.


“Oh, you see that skin?

It’s the same she’s been standing in

Since the day she saw him walking away

Now she’s left Cleaning up the mess he made”


Though prostitution is largely influenced by poverty and is seen as the “last resort” to making a living, unfortunately to some it’s not a last resort they had to take but something they’ve chosen to do as a result of bad parenting and them finding or trying to find the parental love they yearn for from all the wrong people… some simply do it to rebel. To break free from what is expected of them…

“The fact that they could juggle both the outside prejudice and the layers of euphemism (even deceit) their professions required was… inspiring me. … All of my problems were solved! It didn’t matter that I was a little girl with an armful of bad tattoos! I would be able to move out of my mother’s house completely! No one would ever be the boss of me again!”- Cathryn Berarovich in How I Became a Prostitute

Curiosity Healed The Cat


People mistake talking passionately about whatever subject for being a know it all. I can only speak for myself when I say I love being questioned and I love asking questions just as long as I’m given a chance to assume first just so I can feel like a (bad word)-hole later when I find that I was wrong. It makes for a shameful yet colourfully creative journey. Look at “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, the biggest grunge song of all time. It’s title came about when someone painted/wrote on a wall (A real brick and cement wall); “Kurt smells like teen spirit” I wont get into the details of what that actually meant and what Kurt thought it meant, mostly because I’d like to think we all already know…. This post is about to take a weird turn. Watch it.

I’ve learnt that sometimes the best way to teach someone about something is to ask that someone about that something rather than telling that someone about that something, that’s when you’ll find that sometimes that someone who needed to be taught is actually you. We live and we learn, questioning is a fundamental tool to grounding oneself into this knowledge fertile soil we know as growth.

Amongst a few other artists, Sam Smith owned 2014 as far as music goes, though I’m not much of a fan I can never deny his talent lyrically or vocally, personally the only thing I really appreciated about his work was a five word lyric/sentence from his smash hit “Stay”, the part where he goes “Why am I so emotional?”; That sense of self-reflection or self-evaluation is hectically profound in my ears, He’s ASKING himself something. Asking generally means that you don’t know and admitting to yourself that your don’t know is naturally the first step to knowing, to growing, to pulling yourself together, to go on.

Having an intimate conversation with ourselves is something we all do, it’s how we function, it’s how we make decisions to go on and when that is cleverly incorporated into a song, we can’t ignore it, we can’t help but all stop and pay attention.

“So this is it? I sold my soul for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? No, When I see… When I see Stars that’s all they are”- FUN.

I couldn’t wrap this post up without mentioning “Some Nights” by FUN. The song embodies self-reflection, evaluating one’s life and deciding which path to take for one’s betterment. This number is also the last Alternative/Rock number to top The Billboard Hot 100 charts… or is it?


Sex Diet


Me when I’m asking myself deep stuff, like, What would I be without music?… No, Some of you may know this brother as Ex. Funny pic.


Have I ever mentioned my narrow-minded know-it-all view of our local music scene? Well, how I see it, the scene is rather healthy though it doesn’t take a mega mind analyst of any sort to see that it isn’t as steady as the scene we may see overseas (more specifically the U.S). I’d say it’s reasonable to suspect that our music industry or the pond we have here is rapidly filling up with big fish mostly because so many of us want to be the big fish, we want to be the star, we want to be rappers and Deejays and not enough of us are willing to dedicate ourselves to expanding this pond into the sea it can be. For God’s sake, let us construct and study the ins to marketing our local talents and be the masterminds behind the growth.

Whenever I hear the name HHP, amongst other classic hits, Harambe comes to mind though it’s “Music And Lights” that made me see HHP as more than just a rapper or artist but an informer, a conversation starter, someone who could help take our local music scene to different heights. Yes, we all enjoyed seeing American singer Amerie in the Music And Lights video, but it’s what Jabba says towards the start of the song that really caught my attention…

(Music and Lights by HHP composes of a sample from an 80s hit of the same title by a three-piece post-disco band Imagination.)

“What would Jabba be without a sample?” A Question that makes you want to ask even more questions or share your two cents on a blog as I’m doing right now. I’ve mentioned on The Mass Mentality Of Conformity post how Hip Hop could survive without samples but mostly revolves around samples, one of SA’s most recognisable hip hop artists right now AKA can back this up, especially since his mega hits Jealousy and Congratulate both consist of samples. Where would his career be without those two numbers? He certainly wouldn’t have as many awards, would he? which leads me to a question I’ve been wanting to ask since the first paragraph. Where would Jay Z be without a sample?

Though one of my most favourite moments of Jay Z’s career was when he released a Smells Like Teen Spirit sampling number as his lead single for his record-breaking first week sales (For his Magna Carta Holy Grail album)… Who could forget that? But it was when he sampled a jingle from a broadway play; Annie that he first caught the ear of the mainstream audience leading him to being the hip hop giant you see today. (In his words he went…)From lukewarm to hot.

We see hot new artists come and go all the time, of course some do stay. It’s so easy fo us, the audience to disregard the work and years the “hot new” artist has endured to be what they are, in fact, they themselves may not particularly feel new.

What would Jabba be without a sample? wait, lemme take it further, what would Cassper Nyovest be without Jabba? Invisible Alive. Yes, he’d be the same person with just as much passion and drive, though I’m not sure if he’d have all those cool awards to his name as he does. There are so many other Cassper Nyovest out there hustling for recognition… unfortunately if more Hip Hop Pantsulas don’t rise up to offer opportunities, that is all they’ll ever be.


Invisible Alive

We all love a good story, just as long as it has a happy ending. People want stories that can inspire them going forward, through whatever adversity they may be experiencing. They want a story that will remind them that there is perhaps a light at the end of the tunnel for them too, that it does get better. This of course leaves the average Joe whom themselves is still on the course of achievement, of self betterment in the lonely pits of silence. No one wants to hear a story that is still being written.

Writing about how a black boy from the dirtiest streets of the township of Umlazi established such a spiritual relationship with rock music and continues to be scrutinized for that relationship is not what I’ll be doing here, instead I’ll touch on something a few other South Africans born during the apartheid era have been scrutinized or teased for, that of course being our second names.

During the apartheid era it became a custom for black parents to give their children at least one western name. Post-apartheid, a lot of my black brothers and sisters wear their western names as a badge of shame, they are embarrassed by these names, not because they are a sign of the mental imprisonment the apartheid regime had on some of our parents and grandparents but because we ourselves think very little of our names, this arming these very names we don’t understand with the ability to humiliate us.

I for one am glad my grandmother named me Cyprian, not because I think it sounds good, but because I see Saint Cyprian as an inspiration. We often find heroes that fight for what they believe in, a hero that lays down his life and is willingly beheaded in public for what he believed in is something not widely glorified by Hollywood, and that’s what Saint Cyprian was. Someone I know who wears his “western name” as a badge of honour, is of course our brother Genius Brown. Genius Brown is a young, talented up and coming Durban based producer/Deejay who has a great passion for his music.


Having started his Deejaying under the mentorship of DJ Jili Pepsy (whom some of you may know) back in 2010, Genius Brown has made his star potential known upon releasing his 1st number entitled “Tribal War” under MD Hustle records, this particular track was very popular on Traxsource. His remixes of a couple of well-known tracks also proved to be popular on various audio sites.


With nothing but a dream, a drive to show the world his talent, the world is not ready to hear his story. Invisible alive Genius Brown continues to capture crowds of house music lovers and plays small venues in and around Durban and Johannesburg. With his natural flair for music he carries a dream to one day own his very own record company under his brand “Genius Brown” merely to nurture not only his music but any other talent that dares to grow.


Invisible to the world, alive is the dream, our lives are a silent scream, success we dream of, our hustle we scream of, not yet there, our hard work, unheard of.


Believers Do Die

I’ve always had a deep relationship with words, It’s more than sexual. How amazing are these God-given collections, clusters of alphabets we use to express, to compress, to unveil, to convey our thoughts and feelings to our fellow brothers and sisters, the same brothers and sisters who don’t ruin but jejunely numb words. They detach a word’s true emotions, they create a motion, a revolution, it’s hard to fight it, “Diet”, the minute we hear the word, we think weight-loss, food deprivation, starving, and that’s not what a diet is all about. That’s just one of the words that has been drained of its essences by society, to add to that, words are not all we drain, It’s unfortunate that we do the same to the true nature of humanity, armed with the audacity to blame our actions of  hate on our beliefs, religious or political.

They say believers never die, I say believers do die, together we cry as they die every single day, perhaps not an ashes to ashes kind of death but perhaps a deathless kind of death, one which an individual finds themself as being less of what they’re expected to be as we convict each other of not being good enough, attacking each other for not living up to standards we’re all admittedly too human to live by. Perfection.

We all try to be the best we can be, but how can a man of God be a G? How easy would it be for everyone to be a believer, to be strong in faith if the good book was in tune with our cave man needs, our sexual greed, not to be tied down with a verse from the 1st book of Samuel. How high are the standards of our religion(s) when various elements that make us who we are, elements that come so naturally to us are wrong?


Described by the artist as a song that talks about love being a death, how when in love one catches themself dying in the most wonderful way, armed with a music video that explores (an) organization(s) that undermines humanity whether it be a certain belief system or political regime. “Take Me To Church” talks about the contemplation of sin, something most teenagers unconsciously or otherwise go through as they find their first love. This of course possibly leading to premarital sex, breaking up with a “lover” etcetera, as the aftermath of such, one tends to question their faith, if they’re good enough to be a child of God. Driven by self doubt, they lose it all, they rebel.

We were born sick, perhaps death is our health, our nirvana, We were born sick… I was born sick, But I love it, Command me to be well are Lyrics from “Take Me To Church”, Commanded to be well daily by each other our culture our religion, political regimes, we all remain imperfect, unclean, united we preach in conviction, in confusion.

Trying my best to keep this post as short as possible, I’d like to wrap it up by making it right with my fellow brothers and sisters. In this post I’ve hinted how humanly it is for us to go against the good book, how being alive is when we get to feed our cave man or “natural” desires for sex and everything else. I also mentioned that Hozier said “Take Me To Church” is how love is death or dying in the most wonderful way. That my brothers and sisters is because when you do love, whether it be a God or a significant other, none of those “YOLO” inspired stunts matter, but the loved one in question and keeping the relationship alive.