Was not was

Heaving the lethargy that is Gaborone, Botswana off to one side so as to escape is a task with no handles to make the getaway easier. Heave I did, escape I did, and get there I did. Was I not wounded the very same hour I arrived there, Jozi to be exact. A very heavy over sized bag took me out, what was in it...? Baby clothes.

Intro over/ Turds Day

Fast forward>>> /Shatty Day


A chance at seeing doe in action at the launch and Jumble Rumble 7 was one of the main motivators for the quick dash. Miss Yang Zhao partner in Doe Tees (fashioners of killer life style accompaniments) was in Jozi town to do a launch of her new tees from Doe. Mommy! The shiznit was hot from what I could get from an impromptu street fashion show right out the boot of the Morule Mini. Seeing people hustling for their dreams gets your legs twitching wanting to join in the game as well... actually a rather good inspiration, like find someone doing something that inspires you and get moving on your own thing. Who Doe know gone know.



















Faster forward>>>> /Some Day
My girls, the lounge, the music and my god the fauna. Capitol on a Someday is apparently quite the open secret. Relaxed door policies; DJ To The Xa and friends on the decks; Old Kwaito Legends looking much healthier since they must be getting longer nights in bed, ie their hustle is going strong on auto pilot; Notorious types that are infamous for once providing comic relief at a Naughty By Nature concert; hip kats and kittens as seen on Vuzu; a Black Ron Jeremy look alike, incidentally called JR, and lenses for Mahala Magazine amongst other things; Also met an equal opportunities pisser offer, Montle, who is incidentally the head poison pener at Mahala Magazine (love his ink style); and would you believe it, Miss Bling Thing her bloody self... that finished me casue I was sitting back to back with her the whole time she was there. I have been quietly hunting down that bling to get a blingterview. I think its better to interview now rather then later when she is blingiquitous and somehow pop-relevant.

Aside from the hustling, reunions, dissing, fashion forwardness and dots connecting that leads to ends connecting (networking to the unimaginative) the flood of information in one four hour evening was worth its weight in future opportunities. Ranging from collabos, to releases, to distribution, to endorsements, to inspiration, to threats of grievous body harm, to cross boarder liaisons... you know, the list was just endless. Makes you wonder what Gabs is getting so wrong when the same potential is available locally and has even more reason to be all up in that. Right now is the time, pity Botswana youth seem to prefer the final whistle as the signal to start getting their collective shit in gear.