KWAAL

KWAAL

KWAAL

I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I hate the way you walk, you talk, you dress and your overall demeanor, ke kwaal. Don’t know why I hate you so much but I just do, ke kwaal, you make my skin crawl and my blood boil, ke kwaal. It’s your attitude, your mannerisms, you walk like you rule over everything when you ain’t the boss of shit, kwaal, everybody must kiss your feet, everybody must supply you with sweets, kwaal. I would push you into a moving truck if I could, kwaal, you will never make it in the world, kwaal. I made you and you are nothing without me, kwaal, kwaal, kwaal!

I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I will make sure you will never amount to much, kwaal, will start smear campaigns against your name, kwaal, will tarnish your reputation, kwaal, will do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t set a foot here, kwaal. If I could, I would wipe you off the face of this earth with a snap of a finger like Thanos, kwaal. I don’t know what my problem is with you but I hate you so much, Kwaal!

Hi there, I don’t understand your kwaal but I’ll play. I see you a cunt but did you know I am an asshole? Happy to dish out shit for you on a silver platter.

I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal. It’s your energy, it sucks, kwaal. You repel everyone like bad ordour, kwaal, and your intelligence, miniscule like a mustard seed, kwaal. I guess it makes sense, seeing you are a bastard, kwaal! All this kwaal must give your life significance. You sitting atop and everything lower just doesn’t have importance. Maybe you will live forever, let’s put it to the test. Go jump off a bridge, Kwaal! Ain’t nobody got time for your tired ass.

I hate everything about you too, ke Kwaal, I hate the way you walk, you talk, you dress and your overall demeanor, ke kwaal!

p.r.i.d.e. i.s. t.h.e. d.e.v.i.l.

p. r. i. d. e.  i. s.  t. h. e.  d. e. v. i. l.

Pride is the devil, it’s evil, the shortest way to the graveyard. It’s single minded, starts off small and harmless but metastasizes as a fire breathing demon that needs souls to survive. The reason you won’t apologize despite the fact that you wrong. The cousin of power and distant relative of insecurity. Temper, temper, so you don’t like being challenged. Pride is the devil, it seeks expression from surpressing others, dominating, beating you into submission, tapping out won’t help, it wants the gratification of breaking your bones. I made you a cripple, that’s my claim to fame. It starves for attention, it needs your validation, “Acknowledge Me now, I am the greatest of all time”. Pride, pride, pride it wants the whole podium because when you are number 1, you need 2 and 3, that’s how you maintain dominance. Pride is the devil, the direct sister of narcissism and the brother of grandiosity, it yearns for the applause, the plaudits, acclaim, the spot light. Once is not enough and all the money in the world is not enough! Pride, the reason you flaunting what you don’t have, Mr. Money bags, expensive taste, swag, swag, swag, chosen and you’re not, you’re at the bottom of the barrel. Pride, pride, pride, keeping up with the Jones without their credit score. Pride is the devil, it elevates itself higher than everything, everyone. It’s smug, arrogant, out of sync and offends. I am more good looking than you therefore, I am better than you. Pride, pride, pride is egocentric, it lacks empathy, compassion and is out for itself. I don’t care about anyone, I only care about me. Woah! Slow down big fella, what brought about this pent-up aggression. Oh, you not getting some. Pride, when you beat on your dick so much, you repel pussy. Pride, pride, pride will get you enemies faster than a Bugatti Veron, self-deceit more powerful than the biggest engine and it turns to blow-up in your face, 9/11 style, it sends masses to their graves. Pride is the devil, it takes the glory from God and promotes itself. It is sly, tricky and treacherous, using smokescreens and blatant lies to get what it wants, the girlfriend of manipulation, it seeks to control your reality so it can sit elevated on a pedestal. Pride is the devil, it fails to acknowledge other people’s contributions, it would rather gaslight or distort reality. Pride, pride, pride, the fastest way to the graveyard, it makes you a target that everybody wants to take out. The opportunity to put you to your knees is too good to pass up on, when you are prideful, everybody seeks to humble ya, if good old competition doesn’t do it, then a bullet in the head will. Pride, yes you have got 10 inches but 6 inches works and goes on longer, you will get replaced. Who wants a big prick all the time? Pride is the devil, it’s evil, the shortest way to the graveyard.

antakalipa – Pride is the devil

BDE II

BDE II

Insignificant peasant,
does he know how big my dick is,
pipsqueak motherfucker,
I should just whip it out,
traumatize the little fucker,
acquaint him with my boots for a while,
he wouldn’t last a day in my shoes,
I’ll crush him,
pipsqueak motherfucker,
I should let him fuck her.

I’ve been too kind,
niggas don’t know what’s in the hidden,
if they knew, they would tread lightly,
it’s time I acquaint them with a real God.

10 inche motherfucker,
it goes straight to your kidneys.

BDE fully activated,
after I am done,
it’s done,
she won’t let me touch her.

Ruin her for humanity,
who do you think you are,
you not Superman,
I am.

The emoji hearts you sending are pretty amusing, you are way above your depth,
I am the greatest of all time,
the biggest of all time
and ready to party any time.

BDE activated,
flaccid dick yours when you’re fully activated,
it’s too big,
it’s too wide,
it won’t fit,
such a big ego,
pipsqueak you’re wasting my time,
you not in my league,
do you know how big my dick is?

antakalipa – BDE II

POWER II

POWER II

What did I learn about power from Game of Thrones, Game of Power? You can’t rule without love, fear or wealth. Love influences and can mobilize people to get them to do what you want. Fear involves repercussions and punishment, an effective way to rule because if you don’t do what I ask of you I’ll take your head off your shoulders and put it on a spike. Wealth incentivies and rewards playing on our greed and our primal desires, do this for me and you’ll get all the gold you’ll ever need in your lifetime. But beware, a man that can be bought with gold will betray you for a bigger bag of gold. Better align yourself with loyal servants who have character and good morality. Even that’s not enough because they can turn on you if it serves their best interests. As a general rule, blood is thicker than water, ensure the bloodline is protected and make provisions for the offspring, this will grow the family name and keep the power within. No outsiders, your seed marries my seed and my seed marries your seed, that’s how you keep the power concentrated. Power, depend upon your own arms. Power, avoid committing to anybody, stay formless like water, but if you have to choose, go with the option that furthers your goals. Power, to attain it, you need to get your hands dirty, make a bold statement, cross the line, decapitate heads, put them on spikes, flay your enemies, conquer nations, make civilians your slaves and keep them dependent on you, no weakness poeticize your reign. Power is power, morality and ethics aren’t attached to it, if you have incriminating information on me and I am higher on the spectrum, I can just have your life and avoid the leak. Power, being a goody two-shoes will only get you in a body bag, you’re soft, you’re weak, you’re not willing to do what it takes. Power is about manipulation and self-preservation, no one attains power with the aim of relinquishing it one day, you have a little power to get more, your appetite never gets quenched. Power involves war and war is about men fighting and dying. That’s all that war is, a good general is the one who has mastered the art of dying because death comes for everyone, if you can embrace your fate then all the better, you’ll scale right to the top. Power, you need to crush your enemy completely, show no mercy, you don’t attack to maim because the enemy will get better and come at you with everything’s his got, no showboating, stick to the task at hand, celebrate when the body is cold. Power is deception, make the enemy think you are strong when you are weak and weak when you are strong, never show your true hand. Let them think they are ahead and then counter with a flanking maneuver to catch them off guard. Power, make your enemy see what they want to see, use smokescreens and theatricalies to make yourself elusive and attack when they least expect it. Power, find your enemy’s weak points and weaknesses, infiltrate using spies and double-agents, don’t be a fortress, isolation is dangerous. Power, what you have conquered, conquers you, it’s a double edged sword. Power is political and you need alliances, more men dedicated to your cause will improve your odds of victory. Power, even king’s get slaughtered like sheep, there is no blueprint because we all succumb to our mortal decaying bodies. Power, it hates a vacuum, when a reign ends another succeeds it immediately. Power, it’s all a game, it’s not fair, it’s not pretty, it’s in different, it just is. Power, because the whole world is a power struggle, that’s what Darwin meant when he stated survival of the fittest. Power, it is what we humans do best, beating you into submission makes me your master, I own you, you are my bitch now. Power, ever wonder why ruthless manipulative monsters are on top? Now you know – POWER!

shrinkage

Shrinkage

At a friend’s, it’s scotching hot, we have ladies, I am invested in landing one, we have a pool, we all take a swim. I can’t swim so I am on the shallow side, it’s okay, it’s not embarrassing, some of the ladies are lingering on my side, I am counting three, they also can’t swim, I am cool. Some of the gents are flexing, back flipping and butterfly strokes, deep dives and touching the base of the pool, can’t lie I wish I could do that, I am envious but my jealousy is contained, what I would do to swim coast to coast but I’m a scared little bitch so the shallow side is where I am confined. It’s okay, it’s not a trainsmash, after all we all in the same water. We vibing, we having fun, we play a watergame, water volleyball, it’s 4 a side, my team loses but it’s okay, we were up against a team of professional swimmers while I was the captain of a team that can’t swim for shit! Fatigue sets in and I get out of the pool, the sun is also setting so everybody gets out, a moment is spent sunbathing while I go take a shower. When I am done I go into a room where my clothes are, strip naked and suddenly the door swings wide open, idiot stupid girl doesn’t knock, I am exposed and my Johnson has shrank, it’s like a raisin, It’s understandable, I just took a swim, my body temperature is cold, Mr. Johnson was tucked in, a simple phenomena, it’s called shrinkage, it’s not a true representation of what I am usually like, it’s shrinkage, I am not well hung but I am better than this, this is shrinkage. She took one look, laughed a bit, apologized and exited the room. Oh crap! All the girls are about to know about my Johnson and I doubt it will be in a flattering light, but they don’t understand it’s shrinkage! I am better than this, I am better than average, this is shrinkage, I just took a swim, don’t laugh, it’s shrinkage! Never swimming again because of shrinkage!

antakalipa – shrinkage

Ka Lebitso La Moya

Ka Lebitso La Moya

At the Market Theatre for the opening of Ka Lebitso La Moya. Winner of five Naledi Theatre Awards including best production in a play and best director for Momo Matsunyane.

We open in Ha Satane, a fictional township rife with with despair and hopelessness. Unemployment, crime, no service delivery, no electricity and no water. The residents take to the streets protesting, looting, demanding a change and the head of the current counselor.

Inside the Evangelist Church of Christ is where we find hope. The church serves as a pillar for the community. We are in the church serving as congregates. There is singing and praise for our lord and savior. The mood is festive and in high spirits, jubilation reigns. Ka Lebitso La Moya serves as a greeting for the congregation, a form of endearment that connects and unites. The pastor is charismatic and has women congregates vying for his attention. He is almost lured with Chakakalaka by an admirer but the pastors wife intercepts and stops things from going far. The pastor plans to be a counselor for Ha Satane considering his good standing in the community. This is a facade, he is a man of dubious character, a false prophet lying to his congregation with impunity, grooming underaged girls at church. He uses his power to manipulate an underage girl to call him “daddy”. A love interest of his son. After having his way with the underage girl (rape), he is cold and distant, instructing the girl that he is not his “daddy”. The girl is in a mess, she’s not the same, once a lead in the choir. She becomes a shell of who she was. She is troubled, broken and completely out of it. His son finds out about the relations between his father and love interest and decides to poison his father but he ends up poisoning his love interest instead.

The play is a humorous, fast paced and relatable musical that depicts life in the township. Josias ‘Dos’ Moleele plays the pastor, he feels familiar, his mannerisms and conduct mimics a stereotypical pastor in the township. Ka Lebitso La Moya, he is a preacher, a shapeshifter, a deceiver, he loves women and he exhibits preditory behavior. He won the Naledi for best actor for a reason, his performance is captivating and supremely entertaining. He is your definition of a false prophet and he knows this and is unapologetic about it, profiting and showing no remorse.

Siyasanga Papu plays two characters, one of the characters, the pastors wife. The most amazing singer in the program, she beats them all!

The other actors are amazing too:
Sibusiso ‘Black’ Madondo
Khutjo Green
Zevangeli Mampofu
Chrisophocus Seboka

The pianist Tshepo Dean is emphatic, he sets the mood, he is the pulse, he seamlessly moves from scene to scene, he feels, he has range, he is totally in the story.

Ka Lebitso La Moya! This is an amazing play! We were in Church. We even stood on our feet to the choir girls demand and sang with her, she picked two people from the audience to come on stage and sing and dance with her. It was an experience, it was realistic. Conversations in Sesotho, Tswana, Xhosa, Venda and English because we are in the township. Conversations free-flowing and naturalistic. The characters had character and personality.

Ka Lebitso La Moya! I loved everything about this play.

Congratulations Momo Matsunyane and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing ovation.

Amor Fati

Amor Fati

The love of fate, love life, cause life isn’t life until you live it. Be content in your own skin, cherish what you have, love your destiny, your fate. Amor Fati, the love of fate, love everything about your life, your history, heritage, your ancestors, all the circumstances that carved your destiny. Be present, do what you can with the time that you have, life is in your hands, like a sculptor you have everything you need to mould it into what you desire. Amor Fati, the love of fate, love even the bad moments in your life, they present a chance to be resilient, they offer an opportunity to learn something, to know something of substance about yourself, to grow. How can you appreciate the good times when you have never experienced the bad, life exists in dualities, polaritites, one day you are red hot and the next blue ice. This is just a state, conditions don’t last, people do. Amor Fati, the love of fate, busk in your failures, rejoice in your inadequacies, time is forever fleeting, no time to wallow or feel sorry for yourself, the world doesn’t really care about you. Amor Fati, the love of fate, take time to smell the roses, endure the stank of bullshit. You only have one life, you have the make-up that will never be replicated in all of existence, 8 billion people in existence, billions more have perished, you are unique, nothing like you will ever happen again. Don’t waste your energy comparing yourself to a fabricated standard when you are already a standard. There’s no such thing as a life that’s better than yours. No one can ever be better than you. Money and status is illusion, your soul is forever. Amor Fati, take the time to study the manipulators, they will teach you something about yourself, live in your pain, it will prepare you for an euphoric moment, crush your enemies if the moment demands, it will teach you combat, entertain your nihilistic thoughts, it will teach you about God. Amor Fati, every moment is valid, every second is an opportunity, love your life, love your fate, live in a state of creation, nourish the universe with your laughter, stretch out, reach out, help, be a blessing in somebody’s life, embody the change that you want to see. Amor Fati, the love of fate, love everything in your map of experience, even the moments that make you tremble in fear or sob in sadness. Every emotion is valid, you are blessed by the God’s. Love this very moment you are spending with me. Thank you God for the gift of life. Amor Fati, the love of fate, cause life isn’t life until you live it. Don’t waste your life living somebody’s life.

Godless

Godless

God ain’t never done nothing for me, every day I wake up I am in the same hell. Surrounded by soul sucking demons that drain me off my energy. The same cheographed movement lacking any synergy. Always on my knees praying for things to get better, the silence is deafening it’s like I don’t matter. The resurrection of christ, please, next time he come around I am gonna kick him in the balls! Busy walking on water but he never answers my calls. Don’t be so appalled, what did he ever do for you? How you feature in a program when you have been blackballed. God doesn’t care about me. Every day is the same suffering. Living in a world that’s ruled by tyrants and my significance is interchangeable like another bitch with a wedding ring. Nothing matters, consciousness persistent, we all die, the one thing that’s consistent. God has better things to do, so your life sucks, what’s a God gotta do? He gave you life, don’t be so ungrateful, show some strife. Nietzsche hypothesized God is dead and it has become rife. What are you going to do with your miserable life? We have killed him with our greed and selfishness, now what remains is a society that’s Godless. Maybe he was just a fabrication of the mind, a way to shield ourselves from the horrors that happen outside. We are a horrible race, he could never be on our side. We in this thing together and yet we still picking sides. What kind of sick God would permit this to happen? The widespread hunger and the molestation of our children. The wars in the west and children baring children. God was never alive, Earth is a Godless state. All is permitted, you can get away with it if you have power, the head of state is the one who towers, above everything, in all hours. That’s who created God and made him ours. God helped us shape our preconceived narratives, when the truth is much simpler, nothingless, decay, entropy, destruction.

First Light

First Light

At Joburg Theatre for the Final Dress Rehearsal of “First Light”. A ballet production by Joburg Ballet, an outstanding show. I fell in love with Ryoko Yagyu, the dedication, precision and finesse is incredible, so beautiful. Theres classical ballet, contemporary and African. Five acts: Raymonda Act 3, Mpho, Nothing Twice, Concerto for Charlie and Classics of Spain. Raymonda Act 3 is the classical ballet, cheographed by Maruis Petipa, music by Alexander Glazunov, spinning on toes, leaps and jumps – classical music in background. High class, aristocracy, upper class and regal, stage is lit brightly, you can see everything, Ryoko Yagyu is amazing, she moves like a swan, pillars at the back and on sides, set in medieval Hungary.

Mpho Contemporary African dance, Tswana, choreography Tumelo Lekana, music by Peter Mpho Mothiba. Unique instruments, drums, African attire. Ulations, praises in the back, whistles and drums the sound, traditional, graceful movement, 3 female dancers standing and spinning on toes. 90 degree spins, so graceful, so beautiful.

3rd dance is dark and edgy, nothing twice, choreographed by Chloe Blair, heavy strings, dark atmosphere with only the spotlight light illuminated from the left, perfect choreography from other dancers, they exit leaving Mario Gaglione and Ryoko Yagyu on the stage, outstanding, slow moving, gliding, contemplative, emotive. Smoke on the stage and screen, beige costumes, utter perfection and overwhelmingly beautiful. In sync and on the same wavelength. Perfect synergy.

Fouth act chandeliers, choreography Veronica Paeper, contemporary work, graceful leaping and jumping, fast paced piano is the music, classical, spinning, pink and beige costumes. Transition to soft, delicate keys. Complete trust from dancers. Splits and finesse.

Fifth act is a Carmen theme, gorgeous red and black costumes, backdrop Seville. Dramatic act. Choreography and Production by Bruno Miranda. Music by George Bizet. Outstanding costumes Joburg Ballet.

Congratulations Joburg Ballet and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing ovation.

Celestial bodies

Celestial bodies

At Joburg Theatre for Celestial bodies, a collaboration between Joburg Ballet and Universe on Stage. I was so excited for this.

The execution was stunning, better than in my imagination. I saw the Universe on Stage lecture earlier in the year, it was such an experience! Dr. Luca Pontiggia and Yasheen Modi simplified science, it lost its fear factor, it wasn’t intimidating. With the help of animation, immersive sound and curated narration, they told the story of the big bang, black holes, stars and existence itself. I really loved that lecture, I learned so much.

The Universe on Stage team is back again, this time with Joburg Ballet. The auditorium pitch black, huge screen at the back, the stage empty and Yasheen, the pianist is on the side. Dr. Luca Pontiggia comes in and out the stage.

Impossible to describe the beauty of the ballet dancers. They feel, they show vulnerability. So much poise, technique and beauty. Perfect bodies without a blemish. Stretching, 180 degrees splits in the air, skipping and spinning on their toes. So much elegance, discipline and strength and yet there is a stillness and serenity in the artform. It evokes awe and wonder, you get goosebumps, you gasp – so beautiful.

The costumes by Mari Robinson and Mario Gaglione are so gorgeous!

Lighting design by Simon King set the mood, engulfed by darkness. So minimal, effective and powerful. It concentrated all your energy and focus to the stage.

Darius Botha is the unsung hero with the awesome visuals and animation.

Yasheen Modi just might be the greatest Pianist of all time.

Dr. Luca Pontiggia is brilliant as the narrator. We learned about the big bang, stars and the beauty of the universe.

Thank you so much Di.

Congratulations Mario Gaglione and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing ovation.