Hip-Hoper Nation: Workshop in Mautse-Rosendal, Free State 16 June 2018, Youth Day.

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Mautse, Rosendal. Free State.

The concept for Hip-HoperNation, a Hip-Hop Co-Operative dedicated to the promotion, support and excellence in the Art and Culture of South African Hip-Hop, originally took hold and launched its first project in the Eastern Free State village of Mautse-Rosendal. It felt apt that we should return a year later to expand on our Community Outreach and Social Responsibility mandate.

The village hosts an annual Auction, an exciting and fun fund-raising event, in aid of various local upliftment programs. The December 2017 Auction raised money to start a Conservancy, to aid the natural and living environment, focusing on eradicating water intense alien vegetation, planting indigenous trees, picking up and recycling rubbish, and training inhabitants regarding the fragile ecology. The positive outcomes include providing wood to those in need, raising the water table and increasing biodiversity – all crucial given human-made climate change. Residents and visitors are requested to donate an article or service for Auction. Hip-HoperNation donated a ‘Youth Hip-Hop Event-Workshop’, which was purchased by Rosendal Resident, Douglas Mason.

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On Youth Day, the 16th of June 2018, Hip-HoperNation collaborated with the SAPS and the Community Policing Forum in hosting their Youth Day celebrations. We compromised a team of four Hip-Hop Artists, Slabsta, Esam, Prism and Brigid, with the combined skills for writing, creation, production performance, mixing, mastering and filmmaking. The event included live performances of music by Slabsta and Esam, as well as local youth performers, “Mautse Cash-Flow”, and Youth Group Dancers. On Sunday the 17th, The team met with D.J. Lane (Sgt Jacob Mallane), Canada and King ‘Lil Kay. We spent the day discussing Hip-Hop and its creative process. The team worked together in workshopping, writing lyrics, laying beats and instrumentals, singing, rapping and recording a new song entitled, “Sacred Water”.

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Mautse Cashflow

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Esam

Hip-HoperNation proudly presents the results of this youth driven, rights-based, musical collaboration, a work of passion, love, talent, hard-work and honest self-expression.

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Watch Video -> Hip-Hoper Nation: Workshop in Mautse-Rosendal, Free State 16 June 2018.

Written by Brigid Schutz.

Photography by Brigid Schutz.

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Desperation.

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You reek of desperation, said the worn out image of my once youthful self in the mirror. The same mirror I had picked out with so much enthusiasm had now become my enemy, I cannot recognise the girl staring back at me no matter how hard I try. My hollow eyes desperately seeking to see a bit oh heaven and freedom, my skin barely keeping it together, and my smile, that once lit up the room has become nothing more than a painted red marked smile of a sad clown.

When did I become this person, when did I give up?

Whe shower can’t seem to wash away all the sins I’ve committed I suppose I was warned that only Jesus can wash away sins. Prayer a distant thought and a memory of small child still pure. No matter how much Listerine I use, I can’t seem to wash out the cigarette and alcohol taste of my recent lover sprawled over my bed.

What happened to me?

I crawled back into the sheets, seeking warmth from the motionless heart of my suiter. I knew from the onset he knew not what love is yet my desperate heart accepted the less he offered, I thought I knew better? I guess I was tired, of sleeping alone, not having a date to all my friend’s weddings, always that one friend you couldn’t double date with, and being the one who befriended wine cellars and strip clubs, with a closet full of sex toys to raise stimulation in my heart that doesn’t know how to beat anymore. I guess my career can’t keep me warm at night after all.

I tainted my own aura.
The nightmares that sleep with me seem to be more alive during the day than night. I can’t keep popping pills to kill the voices in my head consuming my sanity, and yet I lie here, every night next to a being whose sole purpose for my life is destruction. Why did I not listen when he said he ain’t no good for me? I tried to change him, but instead I became him and slowly the worms of his deceit have been eating at me from the inside out; all along thinking its time I picked out my casket and my headstone, because behind all this make-up and perfect hair, I’m merely a walking corpse.

You reek of desperation.
I have opened up my legs more times than I have walked this earth simply to fill a void inside me, but the warmth I welcomed still kept me cold. With each orgasm I died further, the thrill of life leaving my soul with every sweat kissing the pillow, my heart out of sync with my spirit. I did this to myself I keep saying. Drink more and numb the pain, my worth has diminished, my sheets will never become clean, tainted by the self-induced miscarriages to keep him by my side.
You reek of desperation.
My worn out body screaming pick me in brothels and drunk yards, my saintly being washed away by the waters of Gomorrah and Sodom, doubt Jesus can save this soul. Redemption is a far cry; I bet you when he took the keys from hell, clearly my soul was already trapped there. The preachers have laid their hands on me casting out the demons of my poor choices, blaming the devil for my actions, blinded by the unknown reality of a non-existing self-love. Dear Jesus, please come down.

You reek of desperation.
Broken virgin vows a constant reminder when he penetrates without my consent, purity a far cry. All I seem to know so well lately is the river of bed of men whose name I can barely pronounce that I have made my comfort. My mother birthed a whore, no use denying it. I guess I could hope a little, that perhaps when the rain stops pouring and the rainbow peaks from the cloud, a bit of the colours will shine upon my 50’s black and white life film, I am exhausted by the desperate need to belong and find peace. Dear Jesus, can you hear me, they said you are real, I’m waiting.

I reek of desperation.

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Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photography by Brigid Schutz.

PBLO Mokwena.

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PBLO Mokwena (21) is a visual and physical Storyteller, her diligence and discipline reflect in her craft through her high quality productions. True to photography, this creative on the move defines herself as a source of light.

“My love for visuals was ushered in by my family, they always had a camera to capture special occasions and holidays. That influenced my passion, I’m inspired by raw emotions, authenticity and music.

I strive to capture moments as they are, naturally beautiful, whether it be Events, Performances or Behind The Scenes of A Set.

I can’t say much about my current upcoming projects because it’s a surprise for the public, but it involves an army of strong women with poms, collaborating with a respected artist.

The visual storytelling industry needs to unite and come back to the rawness of what South African Art is. We should also aim to produce extremely high quality content, and learn to break away from the comfort of working with the same people.

I’d encourage upcoming artists to not depend on others to teach you or put you on, learn as much as you can and build yourself. Make those necessary sacrifices, whatever they are, and always remain positive. Your hard work never goes unnoticed and trust me when I say you are inspiring someone by merely doing what you love and giving it your all.” – PBLO Mokwena

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Follow PBLO on:

Instagram: pblo_lente
Twitter: @pblo_lente

Photography by Bonolo Manoto

Oriiginelle.

The future of hip hop is 22years old, short but certain. Oriiginelle is the name of the artist pushing boundries through music. Here’s what you need to know about this creative on the move.

“I try my best not to box myself into any kind of categories as a creative to be honest. I’d like to think I’m a free thinker and risk taker when it comes to the arts. Why not push boundaries? What’s the point of art if it’s the same and it’s safe?

What inspired me to go into music at a young age is the feeling I got each time good music was being played around me. The creativity behind it all. The layering of various vocals without words which somehow brought out different emotions. It was and still is absolutely mind blowing. Every time I make music, I try my hardest to remember that feeling I had the first time, and pass it onto the next person.

We all have very unique creative processes, I think the most common is the voice noting randomly on the road and being so impressed with yourself, you probably smile all day, haha.
But for me I’d say I’m much more creative when I’m alone because I get to think of the weirdest things and enjoy them, but I also think it’s the fact that I’m female and I tend to keep the guys on their toes with the music. They always look forward to what I have next because it’s always so different.

I’m currently working on about four projects, two joint tapes with Dante Lway (Musician from Swaziland) and two solo projects. I’ve completed one solo and the contribution I’d love for it to make to the culture is just to assure people that it’s really ok to be a creative and not be the typical creative people think you are when it comes to the matters of the heart. I’ve been told numerous times I’m a “savage” without savage traits but merely because I rap and add “scrrrt scrrrt” here and there you know, it’s quite annoying because you find yourself constantly trying to prove your innocence to people who have their minds set.

The other solo project is a combination of societal issues both in South Africa and Swaziland (which could get me arrested but we need to talk about these things as a nation), matters of the heart and free thinking really. I wanted it to be fun but at the same time tackle a few issues we can’t just sweep under the rug just because it’s groove time.

We really need to stop selling whack music and saying it’s dope just because we have a good following. It’s sad that talent doesn’t really mean much anymore. It’s the money and the following that speaks now, not art anymore. Can we create our own sounds and flourish the way we are supposed to. There is so much original talent in the South African music industry, so much versatility that the Western parts should actually bite our products, not the other way around. We have greater originality than most countries will ever have. Why not take advantage.

“My fellow upcoming creatives should remember that, you decided music is your dream so stick to it no matter how difficult it gets, and it will get difficult, no dream is easy to achieve. Step out of your comfort zone and be eager to learn more each day.” – Oriiginelle

Follow Oriiginelle on :

Twitter: @sociiali_awkwrd
Soundcloud: Oriiginelle

Beasts of No Nation.

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I held my heart as memories of my past life played in my head
Weeping for lost boy buried in the bed of dead.

Holding on to hope destroyed by the world coldness
Praying to a God whose hand seemed blind to the world’s troubled heart
And wishing upon a falling star for redemption in a world soaked in black art.

A gun in my hand, a bomb on the ground and screams in the air
Revenge fills my chest and hate launches my desire to kill
Im ready to spill blood…
So many innocent slain in a battle for control on this bare land
The ground slowly becoming a wasteland of decaying bodies
Maybe death too would be a sweet gift from this life.

There is no beauty in war and there’s no home in the wild
Running, killing, slowly my the inner child in me dies
Finding solace in rotting bodies of whores and alcohol drenched mugs
Finding meaning in a bullet to the chest, and comfort in drugs
God, strike me dead, mankind’s evil has corrupted my pure spirit.

Maybe in a new era I’ll find home for my misplaced soul
Maybe I’ll be a child again; maybe the future will not have my head hung on the pole
Maybe one day when the sun rolls in I’ll be home again, wrapped in my mother arms
Maybe when I put the gun down, I’ll run free once again
Stars hold me each night for there’s no beauty in war
I’m a child, who has become the after effects of war…

Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photography by Brigid Schutz.

Juliet Kamanga’s Her Body Series 2018.

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Juliet Kamanga.

Juliet Kamanga is back with the 2018 Edition of the Her Body series, this is a photographic series thats released during womens month to empower women to own their individuality, their bodies and their sexuality. We got a little inside scoop from the photographer herself on this years project.

“The Her Body shoot aims to create awareness that women are here in the world and no one but them can define how they want to represent themselves.

It started because social media went to pivotal lengths to body shame woman who supported the “free the nipple” movement as well as the natural movement.

The name came from the fact that photographs are art and we decorate a blank image with something that we choose to shoot. So I thought it would be interesting to look at the body in the same way, by allowing the body to paint the space it’s in.

There were so many memorable moments when shooting. Firstly the excitement people had when I announced that I want to do another shoot pushed me to present everyone with the same enthusiasm they had when coming to the shoot.

I will not forget how all the woman who wanted to take nude/partial nude images where just so ready. Like they just took off their tops and said let’s go. They’re like this is me and I want the world to see me.

I got to photography amazingly talented woman. Namely Boipelo Khunou, Ndivhu “Robyn” Mushanganyisi and Didi Allie, I was so excited about that.

Mostly I enjoyed just the conversations I had with the ladies. They are trying to push the same agenda as I am and it’s inspirational.

I have nude photography in the series, so I wanted to ensure I did not accidentally make the images erotic or sexual even if the woman wanted to show off their sexuality. The point is to ensure they show ownership of their sexuality and not that people should have sexual feelings towards the images.

I hope that the viewers don’t just look at my photography and say, nice picture, then move on. I want people to understand that this is a movement. Woman are participating to create a voice through how they represent themselves.

My series is governed by the models and not by me. I do what they want because it’s Her Body not mine.” – Juliet Kamanga.

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J-Tyt, the new age digital trap star.

IMG-20180727-WA0009J-Tyt is a hip hop artist who describes himself as a new age digital trap star, he believes in pushing the limits through his artistry. This sonically gifted artist is bound to be highlighted as a meaningful contributor to the culture. We got to know a little more about the A1TRENDYTRAPSTA’s exciting creative journey and his ongoing project UNTITLED and many more.

“I believe there are no limits to creativity, my art is fueled and inspired by my every day experiences and how I foresee the future. My sound evolved with the ages, this led to the digital feel in my music. It’s evident that everything around me finds it’s way into my art, the good, the bad, the easy and the hard.

What makes my art unique is the experiences that play out in it, I draw my inspiration from and the emotions that come with them. I don’t limit nyself so, my art to takes different forms which leads to experimenting with different sounds.

I’m currently working on multiple projects, one of which is called the UNTITLED series presented by myself, this is an on going project where I will be releasing an episode every two months. I’m also working on a squad project with InkMusic that is predicted to end the summer, I’ll also be presenting my last 2018 single titled HitNRun produced by the one and only, SgivoBeats in the coming months.

What do you feel the next step should be for your industry as a whole?
Granting new and up coming artists easier access  to the multiple platforms should be the next step in thr music industry. They are so desperately needed among new talent but available to the selected few.

Upcoming artistd and creatives should recognise the power of the hashtag.” – J-Tyt (Johnnie Marobane)

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Follow J-TYT on:

Soundcloud: jtytsa

Instagram: jtytsa

Twitter: @jtytsa

Watch Untitled series on Youtube -> J-Tyt – Untitled