Those who loved her remember a woman who gave everything — to her art, to her city, and to every person lucky enough to have her in their corner
Friends, creatives and a city in mourning gathered to celebrate the woman who helped shape how Johannesburg saw itself after 1994.
Through Milisuthando, cultural thinker Milisuthando Bongela confronts South Africa’s unfinished healing — reimagining nationhood, belonging and love through deeply personal…
"Recovering ancient hidden knowledges, as long as we are responsible with them, is important considering how many ills there are in our society."
"What a funny sight it would be to see power dynamics neutralised by something as ordinary as friendship".
How has our digital communication affected our relationship to the concept of seeing each other’s humanity?
After an encounter on the plane Milisuthando Bongela concludes that: “When given the choice to be right or to be kind, always choose to be kind.”
Milisuthando Bongela attempts to put into words who it was that has died
"It’s not that I wanted to be white. But I wanted them to accept and like me and I was all too happy to jump through the hoops."
How can we look at teaching boys and girls that sex is also a natural and delightful part of being a human being, asks Milisuthando Bongela.
The singer’s 12-track album seems to have been informed by ‘Becky with good hair’ but judging from song titles she forgave her wandering Jay-Z.
Pollsmoor prison restaurant serves the Cape Town public food. Milisuthando Bongela reflects on the ethics of running a prison restaurant.
With his new book, photographer Ed Suter attempts to capture the essence of urban style, but it is a contrived package, writes Milisuthando Bongela.
Whether you are gawking at 800-year-old sunken churches or gyrating in hole-in-the-wall clubs, the country’s main attraction is its beautiful people.
Having seen the beginning and the end of the love journey, the middle is an interesting but precarious place to be.
Most of the things that people do religiously in a religious setting have little to do with their deep desire for something to believe in.
The doctrine of racism, that a person’s race determines his or her level of intellect or ability to do certain things, is a human construct.
I find it easier to place my trust in somebody who is not from Johannesburg.
South Africa has the ability to arouse pride but it can also make one hate it with a passion.
There is a comfort in knowing that it is okay to feel flat, to have the effervescence fizzle out.
