Awombness: A Prospect
I love my city, Johannesburg. With its streets paved with gold (euro-centric folk could only imagine). Mining continues to this very day. In a rather unregulated way, with “African migrants” waging wars/battling death in old mining tunnels.
So much to discuss in the above paragraph. But I will start with the latter. African migration. Thankfully, the world stopped short of declaring it one of the seven wonders of the world. The idea of a passport in Africa is ludicrous.
Suddenly, it’s not enough proof of life to have a live human before you. You gotta have a document from an eyewitness to your birth (if your mom dies and is thus unable to verify that she gave birth to you). This actually happened to someone. Khumbulani Ngubane.
That makes me ashamed of my country.
But then I keep hearing these amazing podcasts about how people have been thriving under lockdown. Like the latest episode of Wesley Pepper’s Art Lexica. It features an Irish experimental electronic music project, called Banba, fronted by Irish natives from the Dublin mountains.
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