Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Juju Boy for President

Juju Boy has a warning sticker on his album, One Man Rock Band, this label is straightforward, “Tlhagiso. Mafoko mangwe a ka kgopisa.” (Watch out, I am about to get real.) Simply, the listener is advised that they may just be offended by something they hear on the CD. Is it because the album is a reflection of Botswana here and now and maybe where the country is going…? “Sorry! But get used to it!” is what the warning label seems to be saying.

One Man Rock Band is a completely different sound to what has been produced before locally just like the CD cover artwork, which is very detailed. Juju Boy's Clark Kent is called Kgotla Ntsima who is also a very capable graphic designer by the way. The CD artwork will have most peeps wondering why Juju is sitting there with a big fuck off straight blade. Dude looks for all intents and purposes like Sweeny Todd that mass murdering London barber who used to slash his clients and turn them into pies. Juju looks like he has violent intentions for the music bizz in Botswana. Another refrence to a particularly scray character, the leader of The Natives in Gangs of New York, Bill the Butcher, can be seen in the pinstriped leather waist coated gear this evil looking Juju Boy is wearing.

Open the CD sleeve and its apocalypse now with a caption explaining that Juju Boy “O fitlhela go tlhakatlhakane.” (Juju Boy discovers things all fucked up) Is he talking about the music industry, or more provocatively is he talking about politics seeing as there is a huge billboard saying “Juju Boy for President.” The CD sleeve echoes the marketing which features something that has never been done before in Botswana. Juju ponied up the readies for a billboard out of his own budget. There wasn’t a single corporate behind the initiative, and the billboard is positioned in a prime spot in Broadhurst, at a super busy intersection so it wasn’t a cheap marketing stunt.


Monday, February 2, 2009

The Future is bleak... I mean black.

Massaging the brain with a bit of worthless tosh is a luxury best savoured on Sundays... one day it will be an executive privilege to be enjoyed at anytime. Until then I read the tabloids during a quick glance at the broadsheets. The idea is to spot the cracks in between these two realities where the truth often leaks out. Boyakasha! A certain Richard Ndlela has penned a rather flowery note to one Julius Malema. I was wiping mirthful tears from my eyes by the time I got to the end line and I quote "Lead us, comrade!"

It had to be the same Richard Ndlela of the afroed chin and baritone voice who got to share a panel with Thebe Ikalafeng at a life style festival aimed at Black People back in 2007, or maybe he may be better remembered for almost becoming an apprentice to the big wale (Sexwale), which doesn't count... what a guy. Anyway he is an enterprenure (succesful) and if he can be seated with Mr. Ikalafeng debating and representing the way Black wants to be... WHAT A GUY! Hey, he also calls himself "an ordinary member" of the ANC, WHAT A GUY!

... and then there is the note to Malema... this is Julius "flat-foot-in-mouth" Malema just so we are clear. Whatever it is that causes Malema to pervert the course of his tongue is catching. For instance take these two paragraphs from Ndlela's apt BEE nib, "Barack Obama has just reset the bar against which a leader is measured." So far so good... next line, "The ANC must resist this reality with positive messages and promises." Eh...? A migraine was just rousing itself at the temples but suddenly laughter took over and saved the day. What a load of verbal fellatio, one wonders if Richard's affections will earn him an invitation to stay until morning and get breakfast and taxi fare as part of the bargain, chez you know who.