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I have decided to provide some help to you, our dear visitors from all over, as you move around our city, attempting to understand the unique language which is spoken in our neck of the woods, as well as for when you try to get to grips with some of our cultural nuances.
To be honest... Until now that was based on the information I have been given by people involved in different aspects of the production of the movie, but now I have actually seen the entire film.
After attending the official South African premiere on Monday 21 May I can with one hundred percent certainty say...
Nommer 37 is die nomme vannie flêt... It gannie oo’ nommeskap en gêngsterism soes ôs it kennie...
Benjiman Voete en Frazer Barry se Tribal Echo is sedert die begin van hul musikale vennootskap, drie jaar gelede uiteindelik gereed om van die KlipKopRock klanke vry te laat en ons het hul nuutste uitreiking vir julle hier op #BruinouNumberz.
The taxi is an old Toyota Hiace. The seats pinch and sting your butt.
When brakes are applied, it shakes like a junkie in need of a fix.
Alles vibrate… My tanne klap effentjies tien mekaa… My oë traan… Ek’s wakker nou…
Amongst all the choas with commuters ransacking stations because of train cancellations, now there are rumours that Metrorail workers are planning to strike.
I thought that they are always on strike and have been striking ever since I can remember. Let's hope that it's just a rumour...
The ticket-verifier at the turnstile stands with her hands in her pockets, the collar of her jacket turned upwards and her head covered in a beany.
She yawns as she gleans over my ticket. I'm not sure whether her eyes are open. I’m not even sure if she is registering the information on the ticket.
Die Riel van Hip Hop is a celebration of Riel dance and uses Hip Hop to weave stories of language, identity and culture.
It employs multi-media with graphics by the pioneering graffiti artist, Mak1 to imitate the animated story telling style of Riel dance culture.
"All Trains are running 10 minutes late" Voicemail Lady announces.
We aren’t really paying attention. We are used to this. The train eventually comes rushing into the station, pretending to be on time.
The vibe on board is not too vibrant. Capetonians are affected by the weather and temperatures. Cold and overcast weather in the middle of summer does not encourage us to have spontaneous conversations. We usually become withdrawn on days like this, but today someone luckily breaks the silence.
‘Climate Change’; it is a term enjoying prominence in the last decade with Cape Town and its Mediterranean climate being the front-runner of this phenomenon.
It’s a sunny windless morning with the smell of perfume and cologne trying to overwhelm the senses; each one has its own character and charm.
“Wat klap soe?” a guy asks a group of three friends as the train makes its way to the next station.
“It staan soe” a guy from the group replies.
“Hosh” the first guy replies.
“Gaan ôs soe dala my ma se kin?” another guy asks.
“Aweh ôs staan op haai nomme. ’n Man moet ’n kroon kyk, of wat sê die broese?” another guy in the group interjects, looking at the rest of the group.
Smoortjies en Smoothies is intended to take us on journey of tastes and flavours and to get the event we had to take a little journey to the town of Paarl. As we were winding our way through the beautiful rural scenery, we were wondering how anyone not familiar with the area would even find the venue but once we arrived at the Old Mill Theatre, we realised that the trip was going to be all worth it.
No, Smoortjies & Smoothies is not a food festival but it was definitely a feast filled with musical flavour.