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The 6th Daily Bread


They say that’s not what He means, But who is He? does His name perhaps end with a Dee and begins with a Gee? Yes, you already know, no need to include the Oh. They say many pose as Foes, toes we stand, book in hand, higher they are, FIRE! they rebuke, choir they sing, attire is a thing, congregation they lead, congregation they feed, weed, they are higher, children of the son, the father, the holy ghost, the holy truth they speak, anyone else is weak, but who’s to say how one should pray? Waar was jy? Where were you? Who knew what others have died to prove? Who knew this number could still make you move? Who knew this classic could still make thy soul groove?

If there was ever a kota song, I’m talking about a quarter bread filled with all that flavourful saucy, meaty goodness… If it were a song it would be titled “Waar Was Jy”. Performed by kwaito’s very own Skeem, this number is not only a number on its own but a throwback to earlier hits. Yes, where were you when Brenda Fassie and The Big Dudes released “Weekend Special”? Where were you when the proclaimed Queen of African music, Yvonne Chaka Chaka released “Umqombothi”,that African beer?. Where were you when Sipho Mabuse’s township jive anthem “Burn Out” was the song of the day? Those are just 3 of the many sampled local oldies in this tightly packed song… Ladies and gents, I’m officially in a nostalgia coma. Take Me To Church.

Where was I? Unfortunately I wasn’t born when any of the mentioned songs were released. A newly familiar old term or perhaps a name(many people go by, but of course there’s only one original) praised in this song  is “Chaklas”, I only discovered it about 5 months ago thanks to The Dushman himself. I uncovered this layer of our Kwaito history when I got a sneak listen of a number The Dushman was then working on, titled “Chaklas”. If you love good music, I suggest you give this hip-kwaito number a listen (Though to be honest, I’m not sure if he has released it to the public, I can only hope). Ten years from now we’ll ask again, “Waar Was Jy?”. You’re alive! no excuses. Smell that funk. Follow The Dushman.

Music. The great communicator


Monday Sounds Like A Bad Word, Oh Snap! It’s Monday


Eve Rakow of The Frown

Someone once said, life is a movie, too bad there will never be a sequel. Honestly what could ever equal a sequel when the main character is no longer around? How I see it, a sequel doesn’t have to be bound by the existence of the main character. Life is bigger than we think, and once we see that, we will realise that we aren’t the main characters, but the things we believe and stand for are. Our actions are proof of our existence, and once an action causes a ripple effect like what’s happening right now, our existence is immortalized in that action. As long as someone takes inspiration or strength in something we’ve said or done, we’re invisible alive, we’re the whispers in the scream. We are alive in architecting a dream, we are the silent fuel, the unseen spark that ignites the VOICE that will take an individual, a generation forward.

Adding to my thoughts above, we all have different views as far as the afterlife and heaven go, but we all know that none of us are permanent residents of this beautiful yet painful to land on soil, Earth, we are all meer mortals, our flesh is defenseless against time, no heavy crime could ever steal time but it’s the ideas we have that can last forever, this post is in good rhythm with my last two post as I’ve been talking about the reworking of songs.

Going on a little tangent, something I’ve learned in my twenty odd years on this planet is how profoundly sober and quiet true heroism is, I was recently reminded of this when a brother came up to me and told me how a simple favour I had done for him had impacted him, how he was able to go visit his then sick daughter because of a bit of selflessness, it reminded me of a brother who once gave a helping hand in my family’s life, though he helped, I doubt he has any idea how much we really needed his help and how deep my appreciation still is almost ten years after the event.

We can never know the full consequences of everything we do, we can start something though we seldom see how it really ends, if it ever ends. Discovered by others, our actions, ideas, intentions take a life of their own.


When American funk rock band N.E.R.D released “Rock Star” as their second single from their 2001 debut album, they had no idea if South African band The Frown would ever exist, let alone rework their song to electronic pop perfection, Ladies and gentlemen, this is most definitely one of the best covers you’ve yet to hear, though side by side the two songs seem like two sides of a coin, the heart is all the same, pure genius.

Though The Frown seem to be taking a break from the scene, those silky vocals that served as the soul of the duo live on. Yeap, Eve Rakow has been seen as the “it girl”, a trend setter and an all-round artist in everything she does though between putting on her daring outfits she still finds time to do music, currently touring with Stolen Pony on their The Rumors Are True tour around Gauteng. Catch her and the band live on their 2 remaining dates, download every song she has ever done, solo or otherwise, you wont regret it. Cheers!

Living Vision

“If there’s one thing that I know, this is my playground, this is where I was told, I could grow old, and if there’s one thing that I’ll say, life is a journey we’re all steering it slowly in our own way… and if there’s one thing that I’m sure, nothing comes easy, nothing can belong to no one, no, not anymore”

Tinarie Van Wyk as Marilyn Monroe in Goodluck's "Stars In My Eyes" video

Tinarie Van Wyk as Marilyn Monroe in Goodluck’s “Stars In My Eyes” video

Directed by Kyle Lewis from Dirty Soul Productions, Goodluck’s  “Stars In My Eyes” video pays homage to the last 72 hours of  legendary female icon, Marilyn Monroe.

Though Monroe embodied the stereotypical persona of the “dumb blonde” she was no dummy, some (like myself) may argue that it’s her “vision like a child” that may have brought her across that way as she was in fact a complex woman who was intellectually curious and poetic.


This day 52 years ago Marilyn Monroe was found dead in her home with her hand on the phone… her death has since become one of the most debated conspiracy theories of all time.


“I got stars in my eyes, and the whole world rose up to meet me, with a vision like a child, Yeah, I got stars in my eyes, and the whole world was spinning slowly, cos they can’t keep up with me, me and my mind, me and my mind, me and this mind”- Goodluck


I’ve always believed that a vision like a child is what encourages us to keep growing, cos with a vision of a grown up, you are blinded, no, not as a side effect of old age, in fact, this blindness is not at all physical, but you’re blinded by the illusion of having seen it all.

"If She was any dumber, she would've been happier"

“If She was any dumber, she would’ve been happier”

A vision of a seen-it-all is the root to all stereotypes as well as racism, xenophobia and company. You start to group and shelf people, depriving any other individual the ability to be uniquely themselves… but a part of a community or a “kind” that doesn’t deserve your time or respect ’cause you know them oh so well and all the bad they’re about… but do you really?
In essence, a vision of a know-it-all drags you into a world of monotony as you categorize people into plain good or bad rather than exposing yourself to the wonderful dynamics of an individual that makes them more than just a name, but a living, breathing being whom at any point may grow… learn… adapt.


Having won a Grammy Award for record of the year, it’s no wonder “Clocks” by Coldplay has been sampled as many times as it has. With cryptic lyrics, the song’s title metaphorically alludes to pushing one to wonder about the world’s obsession with time.
Time is all we have, life is all we have, wait, did I just contradict myself there? okay, maybe we have more than just one of the two but we only have as much life as we do time and if time is money then with each passing second, we’re one second closer to deathbankruptcy (Yes, I just made that word up)… well that’s the worst way of looking at it.
What I’m saying is, don’t spend that tic or toc knowing it all but trying to learn it all.

“Life is about getting closer and closer to a goal of perfection you’ll never get to”


Don’t know about you, but I, myself am mortal which is weird because a song titled “The Immortals” is one of those songs I not only relate to, but live by. Assuming that a child already bares a “vision like a child”, expecting the best from the world, how does one prepare them for this tremulous journey we call life?
Written by The King Of Leon, “The Immortals” has lyrics that Kings Of Leon front-man, Caleb would want to say to his kids, words that may perhaps help immortalize a “vision like a child” to one’s soul.


The idea of man not being able to resist the forbidden fruit of knowledge is still in play, not only is it in play but it is also a figurative implications for people who know it all (or at least think they do) having eaten the forbidden fruit of knowledge.
This in essence tells us of the impurities of being a Messiah complex, a God complex or anything other than a child of a greater power.


But what does this all mean?
Being a child of God means you still possess the ability to know, to grow, to feed off the wonders of the world through your unknowing “vision like a child”.

Yes, we can’t go around trusting everyone, though it’s very  important to see each being as an individual being and not to let them carry the mistakes of a person they may remind us of due to their race, gender, skin colour, shape of their chin, hair, voice etc. Likewise, some of our dreams may break along the road, this shouldn’t be a reason for us to stop dreaming and giving each new dream the same enthusiasm and dedication as we would if we had never met failure.

Dream, open your eyes, get up, live, love… once you’ve had enough, carry on.

“So you hum the words and sing the tune of a lonely symphony as the fumes of a decomposing heart make love to the ghost of what once was a colourful ending”