Zi-Woke iiGirls


My woke comrade and friend (they are really woke, perpetually-high-on-coffee-woke) reflecting here on wokeness and revolution in light of the must-fallism that shook South Africa this year. Such self-reflections are needed if we are to push forward from the change that 2015 has seen, into a lit 2016… As I am reflecting myself as well on many things I have seen, learned, and unlearned this year (blogpost to follow on this).

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One of my friends recently said “The revolution needs to start in our homes”.

The intensity of revolutionary spaces consumes us, for me it felt like the only space I could breathe. I could place my hand on my chest and feel some level of safety.

Its when you step outside , get into a taxi and it all comes back. You’re reminded that you are but a small fraction of black South Africans who are constantly resisting and speaking against a white capitalist system.

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Since relocating to the Eastern Cape , where I was born and raised I found myself missing Cape Town. Despite its intense violence, I missed it. I missed these discursive spaces that seeped black pain and inspired revolutionary thought. Azania House where we all bleed but it felt cathartic.

One of the taxi drivers I recently encountered felt an urge to shower us with misogynistic…

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