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Creative Lifestyle

Magazine /issue 9

NANDI MNGOMA

SEVEN DEADLY SINS WRATH, GREED, ENVY, LUST, GLUTTONY, PRIDE, SLOTH


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the thrilling movie Se7en; but also Dante’s literary collection The Divine Comedy, and even Mzansi-born artist Kendell Greers has done work inspired by this theme). So, as much as it seemed cool at the beginning to conceptualise around the Seven Deadly Sins, the more we worked on this issue, the more I started to think about what these sins mean and how each of us translates them differently – in good and bad ways. But it’s never as simple as it seems, is it – why else have these sins been topical for the last seven centuries? Nonetheless, my take on reconsidering these sins is due to the fact that there are worse sins out there that we commit on the daily.

Editor’s Letter

Creative Editor / George Gladwin Matsheke email / george@studio83.co.za

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could never take all the credit for putting together this issue, or take props due to Studio83 all for myself. There is a huge team behind this magazine, and I’m just the face of it all. For this issue, we decided to do things differently: one writer, one photo shoot and one illustration per sin. It de�initely kept thing interesting - the choices were harder, and the debates endless! Lust. Greed. Gluttony. Pride. Sloth. Envy. Wrath. The idea of the Seven Deadly Sins is based on archaic religious laws that were used to “educate and instruct” (read: control) humanity. Whether or not this is the modus operandi of religion to

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this day is up to you and your friends to discuss at your next dinner party. Seeing as they go back to the 14th Century (according to allknowing Wikipedia), perhaps these “deadly sins” need to be re-looked. Having a particularly intense relationship with food, should perhaps not hold the same weight as lusting after a married woman. Whether we think about them or not, most of us live these sins on a daily basis. But still, there’s something that always grabs people’s attention when you package them as SEVEN DEADLY SINS – conjuring images of sexy, raw, un�linching, real and dangerous behaviour. Since forever, popular culture has had an obsession with these sins, either separately, or as a collective (most popular is

“If someone comes to you and asks for help, and you can help them, you’re supposed to help them. Why wouldn’t you?” - Gil Scott-Heron

I believe that if you are at a position to help someone and you refuse them, that’s the biggest sin you can commit. You are hindering progress of not only this person, but the other people this person could have helped as a result. And how are we, as society, meant to grow and improve if we each keep all our knowledge, resources and skills to ourselves? Each of us is where we are today because at some point, someone helped us, and being sel�ish doesn’t bene�it anyone but yourself. And even the bene�its to yourself are short-lived because what you put out there will eventually come back to you. And if you put nothing out there, you get nothing back.


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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority

otherwise called

ambition Cesare Pavese

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Contributing Editor’s Letter

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Contributing Editor / Mosa Mahlaba Email / we@studio83.co.za

f Saints and Sinners. When I think Seven Deadly Sins, I think enticement, risk, dirt, passion and intensity – the kind of things that can make even the holiest person turn into a downright sinner. During the time it took to for this issue to come together, I found myself giving in to the sensuality that is sin, so as to indulge in all sorts of impurities and I did so with a

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repetitive hunger for more. By doing this I realised that sins are not always that dramatic. In fact, we commit these sins on a daily basis but on a less-exaggerated scale. Imagine you are taking a stroll and you spot a hundredrand note on the side of the road, no matter how lined your pockets, you are more likely to pick it up than walk on by – Greed. Think of the last time you were up in arms because someone insulted you or your mother – Wrath. Not asking for forgiveness because your Pride

won’t let you. For many these sins come and go like seasons, whereas for some there is one dominant sin. My dominant sin is Lust. I have an uncontrollable Lust for life, or at least the way I want my life to be, a strong desire for a happy, ful�illed and purposeful existence. I yearn for any chance to be heard, to be relevant, and wanted. I crave the attention of a heart that will entertain no other. A deep and sordid Lust for love; a constant state of wanting a taste, a pinch or a… anything really connected to it. My seasonal sin is Sloth. A sneaky son of a gun this Sloth is. It creeps up on me when I sleep, it consumes me and forces me to be still. First it cuts off my creativity supply then, before panic comes to pass, it sends tremors down my spine (a sensation similar to having warm water being poured down one’s back). This acts as a soothing mechanism. But just as I relax and allow it to sooth me back into comfort, it strikes like a cobra, and by the time my brain �igures out what happened it’s already too late – writer’s block. Each with its own characteristics, every sin has its luscious appeal, so whether you sin once or seven times, you have to admit the one is more inviting than the last – all they need is for you to say yes. It’s an interesting escape from reality; it allows the full use of one’s senses and unleashes the animal instinct within. It magni�ies the little wrongs we do every day and whets our appetites to listen to the devil on our shoulders. Take this trip with us…


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“But that's the point

We see a deadly sin on every

street corner in every home and we tolerate it We tolerate it because

it's common

it's trivial morning, noon, and night

We tolerate it John Doe

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CREATIVE EDITOR

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CONTRIBUTING EDITOR

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You would also be surprised that, if by some bizarre chance you were to live your neighbour’s life, you would hate it. Not because it is a terrible life, but because with doesn’t fit you.

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God designs each being to be unique to themselves, in comparison to anyone else in the universe, in more ways than we are aware of

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eed… The ghost flourishes amongst the living. I am invisible in the worlds I live in; trivial and pedately belligerent. I shared a million more opinions than I should have – the selfrighteous expediently label me a hoodwink and the free-spirited have an array of designations for me that range from cold-stone to rebel. If any one of them would have bothered 10 / STUDIO 83 MAGAZINE

to ask me what I am, considering that I am the one person who has lived with me the longest, I would have settled for ‘human’. The only challenge being that my definition of human is vastly different to theirs (probably yours too).

Nature versus nurture… I suppose God designs each being to be unique to themselves in comparison to anyone else in the universe in more ways than we are aware of (yes, he is that versatile). I believe that if He could make


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an effort to design your fingerprints to be the only type, not only in the present world, but in the entire existence of the human race, then he would have followed suit with everything else that makes you, YOU. You’ve never met your truest self‌ You are born different to anybody else, with inimitable intuitions and callings. But from the instant you arrive into this world, you get dragged into organisms that are already at work waiting to

program you into similarity (I feel the same about academia, but we will have that conversation on another day). Before you could muster up the valour to construct your first blink, you are already named by people who have their own agendas for you; already planting seeds of their dreams in you that they were too cowardly to evidence with their own lives. You get dragged into cultural and religious customs that were designed by thousand year old corpses, mostly as protective armours from the then unknowns. Once that

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What you don’t realise is that everything you say has been said before, every thought has been thought before, every feeling has been felt before

process commences, there is no off-ramping back to genesis. By the time you discover vocabulary, you are already like everyone else or working very hard at it. You speak, dress, walk, laugh, cry and, scarily enough, think like everyone else. Belonging… Humanity straightforwardly acknowledges you because they can relate to you – this means you are not a threat. You belong. Governments get formed and laws are made to police us into being the same. Books are written, schools are built, and churches are erupted all in an effort to keep us being the same. The same messages that prison us, keep being reiterated in diverse ways. We are told that being alone is the worst thing that could happen to you and the only way to connect to ‘your’ people is by having commonalities. What you don’t realise is that everything you say has been said before, every thought has been thought before, every feeling has been felt before – they just got wrapped in pretty packages and shoved into the twisted crevices of your mind, ready to appear at dinner tables as original – this is how we belong. Freaks… There is a lily in the valley, there is a blessing in being part of the ‘uneducated’. Every now and then you find a minority people who are mulish and delinquently valiant to be who they are meant to be. These people are never very well-liked because they aggravate the rest of the world – they don’t fit in. These daring people can’t be fitted in boxes that 12 / STUDIO 83 MAGAZINE

were fashioned to pigeonhole us (the anecdote of how ill-bred divisions were bred to shock us into capitulation is a conversation for another day). They make their own rules as they go along. They wear colours that don’t match. They are loud. They walk on off-beat rhythms. The world calls them animals, uncivilised, unruly, menaces – freaks.

Envy… Envy is the heartbreaking state when you are so blind to your own alchemy that you crave what your neighbour has. What you don’t realise is that what you were meant to be is far superior, far more valuable than what anybody else has. You would also be surprised that if by some bizarre chance you were to live your neighbour’s life, that you would hate it. Not because it is a terrible life, but because it doesn’t fit you. When the king gave David his warfare armour that included a big shield and sword to fight Goliath, it did not work. The armour was too heavy for little David, thus it was ineffective. David didn’t need all that fancy shit; he just needed a sling shot and five stones to get the job done. Instead of desiring the fancy things of the next person, start appreciating the simple things in your own life. If you can strip yourself of everything you were told you are supposed to be, you will discover your true self. Remove all the class trappings that force you to live a life you can’t afford. Strip yourself off societal trappings that say individualism is a path to sin. Get in touch with your inner freak, that’s where your freedom has always been.


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Envy comes from people's ignorance of, or

lack of belief in, their

own gifts Jean Vanier

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GLUTTONY

BE NOT PROUD Photographer: Judd van Rensburg Writer: Mbulelo Nhlapo Art Director: George Gladwin Matsheke Stylist: Mpumi Ntintili-Sinxoto Make Up: Diana Mahapho Model: Arafat Mphahlele

I am not one who takes kindly to those who snatch people’s lives by promising them the best that life has to offer. I pretty much think they are rapists, to put it mildly

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everything at the same time. Sadly she left us with nothing. Rest in un-peace.’

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aybe I can have one more line,’ he said. SNIFF. ‘Oh, that feels good. Maybe another hit.’ SNIFF. ‘Good God, man, I am what man should be. I am the epitome of all that is termed masculinity. Right now, I can take on Rambo with my dysfunctional pinkie, bloody hell!’ Meet Sipho, a young, horned black rose whose fundamental belief system lies in the more and more. See, this here brother would tell you without flinching to go big or go home. That’s pretty much how he has been living his entire existence. An existence blanketed with everything that is to the max. He doesn’t need much from the world, what with being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. But, soon, Lady Luck won’t be smiling on him. Soon his everythings will dwindle, because the power of the white powder bows down to no man. With every sniff, a little of you is taken away. With every gram, more than your sense of smell dissipates, life soon follows suit. See Gluttony, yet another sin of excess, can be compared to death. Remember that lovely poem by John Donne Death be not Proud? A poem that succinctly tells death to die. This is what we all should say to this pussing sin of decadence. We should all gather our thoughts and write her a heartfelt epitaph. Give her a proper and welldeserved send-off, the evil scoundrel. It would probably read something like this: ‘Here lies Gluttony. She gave us everything, while taking 18 / STUDIO 83 MAGAZINE

2/ I am not one who takes kindly to those who snatch people’s lives by promising pretty much think they are rapists, to put it mildly. With every sweaty and bloody pelvic thrust, a bit of you waves goodbye. How can you, in your right mind befriend a soulless soul that violates your very soul, damnit? Oh, hello. What’s your name? My name is Cindy. Well hi, ‘my name is Cindy’. What, did you just step off a catwalk or something? Are your from some fancy photo shoot? No, I was just shopping – nothing new. Just swiping away at my black American Express credit card. The courtship with man and plastic money, another Romeo and Juliet fairytale, or should I say tragedy? Many a lady, and indeed a gentleman, has fallen prey to using dead presidents that don’t belong to them, but they use them like they are their birth rite, some inheritance from a white guy with a receding hairline, wearing an oversized pinstriped suit. To me, it seems to defeat the purpose of freedom and independence. Somehow, every swipe means that you will be Hitlered from some grey overpowering building. Use your own money, if you don’t it’s quite pointless to brag about something a stranger you will never meet bought for you. If it’s not yours, then well it wasn’t meant to be yours, plain and simple. It always amazes me how we depend on others to feed our filthy and reeking habits just so we can stay en vogue. For many, it would appear, that life is one big prêt-à-porter. How disgraceful and shameful that many think that by being costumed by the latest threads entitles you to the title The Coolest Cat in Town, despite all your bumps and dents. What a load of bollocks. Believe me, people can see that this... 3/ …is one bad movie. They are just waiting for the credits to scroll down, buddy. But sometimes I sort of like Gluttony, especially when she’s wearing the red number with a slit on the side. Yeah, you know the one. She’s probably slipped it on for you too, shoo! Did she have it on for you on a Wednesday, because Friday she was all mine, papi? Sometimes she strokes my privates while whispering honey-coated nothings into my


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I sort of like Gluttony, especially when she’s wearing the red number with a slit on the side. Yeah, you know the one. She’s probably slipped it on for you too, shoo!

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4/ …around wearing nothing but the alphabets. I don’t know what to do with myself. Look at her with her damn fine self, wearing a little ‘A’ number. I’ve seen her, on the odd occasion wearing a ‘Q’ number. By God, she looks flier than the rising sun. Damn, she looks good, I want me a piece of that. Just by staring into her deep, dark eyes, I get a hard-on trying to construct a phrase. Maybe do the Kama Sutra and give birth to a stanza with eyes that can melt a heart made of lead. Yeah, I think she be my everything. I have so much of her to choose from, so much to do with her. I can mould her in any way that gives solace to my beating heart. Nigger, she comes in 26 parts. I have 26 wives and I ain’t apologising for shit. What’s my name? But sometimes, she pains me, but sometimes she makes me smell love. I think that’s probably why I love her. I think in her I have found the one who will be the definition of utter and purer happiness. She calls herself Words. The heads or tails of Gluttony, some would describe her as paper or scissors, some would holler she is day or night. But I urge you to err on the good side of Gluttony for she is a lady with many faces; she wears masks, different personalities with every ticking second. So be careful, for you will get burned by the many proud faces of a lovely queen I like to call Gluttony. So, um, Gluttony, your place or mine? So, you want more? That’s the problem with Gluttony, she always wants to give you more.

mahogany and chocolate-covered ear. We play together in meadows, hand-in-hand, while unicorns gallop towards the end of rainbow. She stares into my eyes with that look of love and of infinity. See, this here is the side of Gluttony that I am utterly besotted with. I think it’s her curves, her smile, her eyes... but it’s probably when she giggles at my stupid-ass jokes. In many ways she entices me with her sneers, sometimes it’s her beats, sometimes it’s the odd riff here, a base drum there, all just for good measure. And boy can she sing! She’s got a voice that sounds like she’s singing to me straight from the heavens above. See, Gluttony sometimes goes by the name Music. I can never get enough of her. In most cases, no, in all cases, I just want to have more and more and more. Yes it all sounds sinful but I can’t help myself. Somehow, every time I speak to her she understands exactly what I’m going through. She makes every day seem like it was born seconds ago. When I’m with her, I feel like the day is pregnant with great and wonderful opportunities. God, I live! Have you listened to A Kind of Blue by Miles Davis or his other great offering, Bitches Brew? Every time I hear this side of Gluttony, I want to ask her not to stop. I want her to fuck me till my brain explodes in a great kaleidoscope of largerthan-life fireworks. You know sometimes I think Gluttony suffers from a multiple-personality disorder. Cos sometimes she comes…

Maybe do the Kama Sutra and give birth to a stanza with eyes that can melt a heart made of lead. Yeah, I think she be my everything. I have so much of her to choose from, so much to do with her.

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ILLUSTRATOR / Roule Le Roux

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In love, as in gluttony

pleasure precision is a matter of the utmost Italo Calvino

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Diaan Mynhardt

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PHOTOGRAPHER: JUDD VAN RENSBURG ART DIRECTOR: GEORGE GLADWIN MATSHEKE STYLIST: MPUMI NTINTILI-SINXOTO MAKE UP: DIANA MAHAPHO MODEL & WRITER: NANDI MNGOMA

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he girl with a ‘Fro, who has a keen interest in media and law, is who I am. With some television experience I couldn’t wait till the day would come again when I could speak to a country that I love so much and touch so many hearts – me. To bring something new, different and meaningful to the eyes, heart and minds of everyday South Africans who would be glued to their screens – because of me. Then I heard from friends about a presenter search by one of the hottest music shows in the country – and they thought I could do well. Initially I didn’t think much of it - I wasn’t a party girl and the show did not fit my Afro-centric look. After giving it some thought, though, I gave in and sent in my video and pictures. Besides, I always believe in doing as much as you can because you only live once. There were more than 8 000 entrants, and clearly the chances of me making it to the top 4 were slim, or so it seemed. But I got the call for top 200 in Durban. I went, gave them my quirky self, which they absolutely

loved - I was ‘fresh and unique’. Then 175 people were cut, and only 25 were called back. Again I was one of them – shocked, but I showed them the talent Durban had. Once I auditioned, I felt that this really could be where my fate lies. Then the real waiting started. The finalists would be announced during the show itself. After the longest hour of my life, as the presenters kept us in suspense, they finally revealed the names – and one of them was mine. Instantly, I got phone calls, FB messages and tweets... I fell to my knees and thanked the guy upstairs who had been swamped with my prayers. I didn’t have the typical look for Live, but I was ecstatic! Even more excited was my childhood friend, Minnie, who I was on the phone with from day one. Not only did she enter the competition, she also had made it to the top 4 with me. A strange and surreal experience. We were then flown up, given five-star treatment, rehearsed… and then we were Live. That hour went so quickly, and we were in awe. The minute the show ended, social networks, media, and people were buzzing with who they would vote for. I immediately took on the persona ‘Mnandi-Nandi’.

I WASN’T A PARTY GIRL AND THE SHOW DID NOT FIT MY AFRO-CENTRIC LOOK. AFTER GIVING IT SOME THOUGHT, THOUGH, I GAVE IN AND SENT

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The attention was overwhelming. Before I could even get the call of who won, I got a call from Nonhle Thema’s people saying they were looking for an Afro-centric girl for the new season of an urban show, and they wanted me to audition. It felt like I was in a dream: Me, a finalist for a national presenter search also being asked to be in another search where I’d meet the who’s who from around the world. And, most importantly, they wanted the girl to look Afro-centric?! I couldn’t help but feel this was some strange dream. For the first round of those auditions I remember the judges saying “what happens if you win the other show for the other presenter search?” And I nervously answered “I’ll just pray for what is needed for me, and to go where my journey needs to takes me” looking at the judges I stated that “I

Until it came down to myself and Dineo. Again I was in the top two. I kept thinking how amazing it was that a girl like me so different from everyone else had made it this far, twice. They were willing to having a girl who prides herself of her kinky hair and African accent get this far in an urban show. Were my dreams to come true? To change the perception of what success and beauty should look like? They didn’t. It was a definite no. I was runner-up once again. Crushed but I couldn’t help but think, yeah my look doesn’t fit the urban theme of the show and it’s too different from existing presenter. Yeah what was I thinking... Me, girl with the Afro and beads across my chest? But wait, all these shows had

am not here for fame, but a legacy.” I saw myself bringing something new to the industry. Again, I was part of a grueling yet intriguing audition process. I made Top 25. By the time I made it to the finals for this show, I was notified of not making it on Live. Which led me to think that maybe this was all meant to be; this was where I was meant to be. Once again, I got the call that I made the finals for this presenter search… this was becoming rather entertaining! Flying to Jozi from Durban for each round, I was committed to the dream; to influence African girls and guys to pride themselves of their Africaness and uniqueness, to tell them to appreciate the world by not imitating others, but doing us rather. The day finally came to announce the winner. We waited anxiously as they eliminated us, one by one.

predecessors who had a look which I didn’t have. Could this be a way that God is creating for me to make my own legacy? Find my own way that’s fresh and new? Is there a reason why I was so different and runner-up twice? Hell yeah! I represent those who are not afraid to express themselves in a different way, not afraid to show who they really are. So of course I would not fit the bill for any of the shows I made runner-up for! After that I knew something awesome would come along in the form of a new show. And there have been a few offers; I just need to find the right show for me. It’s always better to have a brand new show as no one can compare you to your predecessors. It makes for a good story. Yes Mnandi! Do and be you. That is why I will continue to share my legacy.

THEY WERE WILLING TO HAVING A GIRL WHO PRIDES HERSELF OF HER KINKY HAIR AND AFRICAN ACCENT GET THIS FAR IN AN URBAN SHOW

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Anger is the enemy of non-violence and Mohandas Gandhi

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pride is a monster that swallows it up.

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Heroes have no presence without our villains. Activists and Genuis, what significance do they

have without a generation in need of rescue. Institutions what are they without the dubious and learnable?

Photographer: Judd van rensburg Writer: Zamaswazi Sibaya Make Up: Diana Mahapho Stylist: Mpumi Ntintili-Sinxoto Art Director: George Gladwin Matsheke Model: Zintle Malusi

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Waiting for Godot

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aturday morning 9am. In my pajamas, Go-gori cereal soaked in skim milk in hand. Couch. Plan-free day plan in mind. Life just can’t get any better. Going with the flow, taking things as they come – this is the peak of dreams most of us aim to achieve. More than security and changing the world, we secretly crave the desire to just wake to no expectations or deadlines. And, while you at it, wipe off guilt lumped in your throat for being at leisure. It is after all, your prerogative. Weird how leisure is not a gift anymore – we work for it. We will wait in long Friday-afternoon queues for a Lotto ticket and risk missing the bus home. Make your partner wait a little longer in the car park so you can finish off the last few details of what must be your 10th attempt at a competition entry. Marketers have seen such a demand for earned freebies that we have websites dedicated to the sole intent of handing out giveaways that someone’s sweated for. ‘Increase your chances of winning by entering more than once’, they spur you on. It’s kind of like guys… Boyfriends are

not as what we once were used to. Gone are the days when your chastity was your own closed door. Oh no, now you can barter and place plea bargain for tit-for-tat schemes we succumb our bodies to. Girls give it up and boys court them to make it easier for her to give in faster. Worse than this, some people feel entitled to constantly receive without giving in any or back. The youth of today work too hard. Sure enough, young men are not being shipped off to soldier in Vietnam, and young ladies to the Red Cross crusades behind them – but it’s pretty much the same struggle. We are ambling for time, grovelling for every dime to our name. Sometimes, we overshadow our talent and trade it for instant

Sometimes, we overshadow our talent and trade it for instant gratification and approval. gratification; approval from our teams, bosses. We want to appear as working harder. I mean, this is what the city of gold is about right, taking 90% of my pie and placing it at work for the 10% of my crème de la crème lifestyle? Yes, these are our corporate heroes at work. Our aspirations? It’s like a headmaster who rings the bell for bedtime so he can have some quiet…


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Khumbelo Makungo http://75.co.za/khumbelo_makungo huh? When I was younger I used to manipulate my mind. For every A I got, I would assume that the world worshipped the ground I walked on. In less contained words: I shat gold. For every B I got, I was worthier of better existence than my current position. I was destined for more, to be more, I told myself. For every C, well, I needed to wake up and smell the coffee. Needless to say, there were fewer As, and more Bs than one could ever basket. The older you grow, I find, the less real fairytales

are. The romance of Santa fades into nothing; the passionate songs are less alluring, even with the influence of rock music in my life, I just don’t feel any weight in the words anymore. Not even in the inflection. When you understand better it is as though your mind sobers up and you start to feel the sting of your wound. Sucks big time. So where does that leave us? Deeper in despair. With every sip of soberness you drink in, the less able your feet are to move, the less willing

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the heart is to sing, the blurrier the thoughts become. Well if you’re a soccer star, you won’t want to be Benni McCarthy. Athletic sluggard. Suppose, it’s worse off to be a sports star with an infamous reputation for piling up than putting off. He is not alone; he follows the throng of social defects of a society; match fixing, drug abusing, sex-crazed patriots. Talk about our president that gives radio jocks content to amuse enraged drivers. The latest is the Vagina Village that he promotes on the week of Aids Day. OK, with that picture in my mind where does that leave our man-kind? Me? Being a ‘be merry, life is good so don’t worry about the morrow till it

I am dreaming of a time when what Drake says will make sense; people celebrating on my art. I am going to do it. I am going to be more than this, beyond the known and into the unknowable yet sufficiently desirable. Yes, when all is done, I will picnic in English courtyards and lay my head on still waters. (The dominance of the Cs is taking over.) What would happen to the rich if there weren’t sluggards and the populate?Heroes have no presence without our villains. Activists and genius – what significance do they have without a generation in need of rescue. Institutions – what are they without the dubious and learnable?

comes’ kind of gal, I wonder: Am I not a bit of a sluggard? Yes is definitely not the answer because that would mean Superman is a beggar on my window. That would be like waiting for a death row that never comes. Each day, you anticipate it but it doesn’t come. Every day you wake up to wash your face, sit on the couch catch up on some TV, after all some of them are reality, right? Wait for the phone to ring only to ignore it, because there is no better way to enjoy leisure than doing nothing.

Sluggards. Sloths. It is almost excusable what we are because even the mirror lies. Like that scale at the gym: smooth-talking no-action man, yeah right! The nights will go out, and I will fall deep into dreamland and when I wake… In my pajamas, Go-gori cereal soaked in skim milk in hand. Couch. Plan-free day plan in mind. Life just can’t get any better. Going with the flow, taking things as they come – this is the peak of dreams most of us aim to achieve.

Well if you’re a soccer star, you won’t want to be Benni McCarthy... Suppose, it’s worse off to be a sports star with an infamous reputation for piling up than putting off.

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Moderation is the feebleness and

sloth of the soul whereas ambition is the warmth and activity of it Francois de La Rochefoucauld

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Lust i s del neve Stylist : WriteMpumi Ntin r Mode: Tebogo S tili-Sinxoto l: Nan erobat di Mn se goma

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is historically accepted as the insatiable craving of sexual pleasures [hell of a beast!] ∙ one we best associate with serpentine imagery; a kind of a sensual serpent with a knowing secret smile, eternally persistent. Lust is deliberate ∙ never accidental. If we accept this idea of Lust as represented as a serpent then it would follow that opinions of Lust may be best understood via a two-pronged approach: that Lust exists in both the sacred and profane levels. Religious persons will associate the “sin” of Lust with the craving of sexual pleasures. In fact most religious practices would deem the idea of “sexual pleasures” an oxymoron. I struggle with the Modern Church’s doctrine of the Seven Deadly Sins when I consider the opulence of the early Church leaders perched in chambers whose walls were adorned with gold leaf and contained mosaics dripping with Lapislazzuli penning doctrine against sins of the flesh. I can however commiserate with monk Evagrius Ponticus who struggling with the isolation and solitude of a monk’s life listed eight Evil Thoughts that would hamper a Christian’s progress in a life of devout existence. If we consider that five of the Ten Commandments offer sacred counsel against the sin of Lust; it is no great wonder that we continuously wrestle with Lustful wrongdoings. 6 – You shall not murder 7 – You shall not commit adultery 8 – You shall not steal 9 – You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour

Not all crimes are pure acts of violence, some are motivated by the need to have that we do not have

∙ that which we desire. The last Commandment, Thou shall not Covet Thy Neighbour’s Wife is positively for sinners who might commit Lust. This is a complex directive as it implies that one who covets, is one who carries a concealed desire. You might be tempted to protest, “but if it is a secret desire; how is it sinful?” It seems the nature of “sin” is not only in deed, but also in thought. As a mere human [nondenominational] I dare not touch the notion of Lust in that religiously consecrated realm. Commandments are meant to protect [or prohibit] humankind from sinful behaviour. The only way to prevent sinful conduct is to follow the path of resistance. Resist temptation at all costs. The product of resistance is a conflict. You are constantly in a battle with temptation. I believe the idea of Lust would not exist without this notion of forced segregation, or prohibition. Lust is borne out of a sense of intense deficiency or starvation. If you starve yourself of a thing or person long enough, you will live to want it [ladies if you’ve ever been on a diet you can testify]. If Lust is insatiable, we can never have enough -- the “sin” is in never being satisfied; for being satisfied implies contentment. You strive for nothing. Desire nothing. Where’s the fun in that?! Without desire; there is no Lust. Yet at what point can we regard desire as deviant? The elements of desire include curiosity, and flirtation; and it seems there we can judge instances where one can cross the line between satisfaction and sin: Curiosity vs. Prying Flirtation vs. Stalking

Buddhists say desire is the cause of all suffering; and to eliminate desire is to eliminate suffering. At some point we all flirt with desire; and society

Not all crimes are pure acts of violence, some are motivated by the need to have that we do not have – that which we desire.

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only judges us deviant when we have overstepped the mark ∙ gone too far beyond reasonable bounds. I’m not entirely convinced that one can use reason to curtail desire [if you’ve starved yourself of a thing long enough, you will live to want it]. That is the crux of Lust isn’t it? Want advertising is rooted in Want. The nature of advertising is to seduce us with promotion until we have no choice but to fall helplessly into submission. If we were equipped with a Lust button, advertising stokes at it every second of every day. It be said that those of us who practice the plastic arts through Advertising are in the business of inducing Lust What that says of our ultimate destination as beings beyond the earth is a matter for serious consideration. For as long as we operate in the earthly realm, Lust reigns profanely. Lust n.

Intense sexual desire or appetite Uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire Ardent enthusiasm or zest i.e. a zest for life Please or delight, Desire or inclination

To suggest that Lust has control, is to be naive; however Lust is only Lust with external stimuli or impulse. Lust is a fire. It burns deep. It is dangerous. And uncontrollable. It is energy and a spirit so intense that one loses all sense of propriety when attacked by Lust. [I call it an attack because it is a vicious and relentless fire]. Lust will turn you into a los-panty [please believe] You can get so consumed by the fire you lose all sense of self. All sense of reason. Lust has no rationale. No logic. Lust is defies explanation for it is sensorial. You have to feel it to believe it. Lust is lived, and not spoken. If you’ve experienced it, you know. Lust is felt. Lust is a ravenous hunger ∙ you check your table manners at the door. If Lust is a natural “spirit” we have no way of measurement or guide; no such thing as a Lust barometer. When can we say it is too much? Or too little? Lust is alive. It can

be fed. It can be fanned. It can be fizzled. Lust is not always an action. It is also a pleasure a distinct enjoyment in the enchantment of something or someone. When you are so fascinated by a thing or a person that you simply revel in the knowledge, you are where Lust begins. You are also involved a private operation; one that loses its magic through sharing. You take pleasure in the mere knowledge of your Lustful object or deed. There is a point where the pleasure turns perverse. No one can measure how soon this perversion occurs, you cannot judge when you’ve gone “too far”. The very nature of Lust is that it has no gauge or guide. Even as we seek to understand we can never claim to have overstood. Lust plagues us. It follows us. It chases us. We are Lust’s play things.

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I can imagine myself on my death-bed

spent utterly with lust to touch the next world like a boy asking for his first

kiss from a woman Aleister Crowley

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THE COLOURS OF HAPPINESS OR JUST SHADES OF GREEN Photographer: Judd van rensburg Writer: Lebohang Masango Make Up: Diana Mahapho Stylist: Mpumi Ntintili-Sinxoto Art Director: George Gladwin Matsheke Model: Arafat Mphahlele

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I’ll sit there, all forlorn with my Dior makeup streaking down my face... wiping my tears with my Prada coat sleeves, taking swigs of Veuve Cliquot right out the bottle, and wondering why the HELL my husband is fooling around with another woman!

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ctually,’ Thami stated matterof-factly, ‘I’d rather cry in the back of a Rolls Royce Phantom than a Toyota Tazz, thank you very much,’ smiling smugly and using her Frenchmanicured fingertips to push the fringe of her Brazilian weave out of her face. We had spent the afternoon watching a romantic film and as the credits rolled, it was clear that my friend was not about to be reeled into the idealism of the movie. ‘I’ll sit there, all forlorn with my Dior makeup streaking down my face,’ she continued dramatically, ‘wiping my tears off with my Prada coat sleeves, taking swigs of Veuve Cliquot right out the bottle, and wondering why the HELL my husband is fooling around with another woman!’ Thami clapped her hands together at her last statement, looking highly amused by the picture she’d just painted. ‘What, you guys? Don’t look at me like that!’ she exclaimed when she noticed that, although entertained, the rest of us looked doubtful. ‘Babe, what if the mightiest word is “love”?’ I interjected, whimsically, quoting a line from an Elizabeth Alexander poem. Although I didn’t really believe in what I was about to say (being the realist

that I am), I was interested in seeing the lengths that Thami would go to in supporting her remarks. ‘You know, that stuff that’s meant to prevail above all else and be the main reason that you choose to be with someone? Are you telling me that when it gets down to the wire, you’ll abandon the absolute love of your life – I’m talking the butterflies and adoration – just to be with someone who’s rolling in cash? Seriously?!’ Thami defended herself to the end, of course, rambling on about how her private-school education had certainly never prepared her for a life of hardship and suffering, should she end up falling in love with a man from the wrong side of the tracks. The reality is that this ‘I’d rather be rich’ mentality is becoming more common among young people, especially women. Many of the young women that I know personally, are satisfied with the Plan A or B of marrying a rich man, regardless of the tangible prospect of obtaining university degrees that will allow them the opportunity to become wealthy in their own right. Clearly, the likes of Khanyi Mbau continue to have a greater reach than what can possibly be measured. However, in my observation, this growing trend has less to do with future security than it does with pure greed. Television on. Popular mogul/ model/ mom

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Kimora Lee Simmons is shown in her spacious walk-in closet (complete with couches), and gives the viewer a tour of all the luxurious clothes, shoes, jewellery and bags that money can buy. Although Kimora is a successful businesswoman, having recently gotten out of a divorce, she shows that marrying rich definitely has its perks. Radio on. Rappers such as Kanye West, Lil’ Wayne, Drake and Jay-Z churn out lyrics about how they’re the best when it comes to hiphop, sexual prowess, and making and spending money. Since the audio and explicit music videos are never enough, shows such as MTV’s Cribs exist to give fans further insight into exactly what the lyrics are all about. Rappers show off their lavish mansions upon sprawling gardens with numerous garages filled with only the finest sports and luxury vehicles. In their homes, they reveal the contents of their pricey endorsement deals and the weighty

Greed has been confused with progression to the extent that even Karl Marx was able to predict an era when the fetishism of the commodity would be the status quo: It is nothing but the definite social relation between men themselves which assumes here, for them, the fantastic form of a relation between things. It is clear that, as consumers, our main concern is the inattentive accumulation of commodities. In time, this determines the overall quality of relations between people because relations are mediated by commodities. In society, your worth as a human being is determined by what material possessions you have amassed. Perhaps some relevance can be found in Saint Thomas Aquinas’ original classification of the Seven Deadly Sins. Of Greed, he states: ‘A sin... in as much as man condemns things eternal for the sake of temporal things.’ The present-day significance

diamond, gold and platinum chains that have turned them into the envy of their fans. On almost every best-seller list, powerful tycoons have added books to their ever-expanding business endeavours – claiming to bare all their secrets to success. Indeed, everywhere we turn, the media is selling a particular goal to us: pursue profit, gain, be hedonistic, live in excess. Want, want, want. Greed continues to fuel lifestyle choices as people break their bank balances in pursuit of the biggest, the shiniest, the fastest and the latest. It is hardly surprising, then, that wealth and happiness are now regarded as inseparable. More people are finding it hard to imagine the possibility of living a pleasurable life in modest surroundings. Through the media, people are being taught that a life of (over)indulgence is the only way to ensure joy.

of Aquinas’ statement can be found in ‘eternal’ versus ‘temporal’, where something as valuable as happiness is sought externally rather than from within. Greed manifests itself as capitalism; driving people to abandon their inherent passions and seek joy in the material. However, greed is not sustainable and non-fulfilling: the market is constantly flooded by new products and latest releases – now that the common man’s sights have been set so far, the focus of life becomes a hamsterwheel of acquisition. It’s good to dream and pursue a better standard of living for oneself, but certainly not at the expense of what really matters in life. Take it back to the beginning. Minus all the pop lyrics, fancy clothes, night clubs and cars; real love and laughter, friends and family have always been enough.

I Greed continues to fuel lifestyle choices as people break their bank balances in pursuit of the biggest, the shiniest, the fastest and the latest. It is hardly surprising, then, that wealth and happiness are now regarded as inseparable.

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we shouldn’t test people for drugs,

we should test them for stupidity, ignorance,

greed and love of power. JP. J. O’Rourke

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I’ve wondered what makes me angry. I tried to get to the core of the problem. It lies simply in annoyance.

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The devil has reserved a place for me at his table.’ These are words that seemed to ring true to me when I heard them being uttered by a villain in a drama series. I say they ring true because sometimes that’s how I feel. It stood out for me because I happen to sometimes find ‘evil’ funny... and entertaining. My friends think that I need to take anger management classes. I used to agree with them because I do have quite a fury about me. I have a very short fuse and once

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off. And then, she was clutching at her forehead. When I came to, I realised what I had just done. I got caught up, I let the anger build in me, I let it take over me, and then I let it make a decision as to how to handle the ultimate insult that led to my fist landing on one of my closest friends’ forehead.

My friends think that I need to take anger management classes. I used to agree with them because I do have quite a fury about me

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it has been lit, I only see red and bulldoze anything in my way. I am surprisingly very calm by nature. I am calm until my calm is drained and all that is left is this… anger. It was New Year’s Day. I had just gotten back from a getaway with some friends. Emotions were high with everyone wishing each other happy returns and feeling brand new. The beginning of the year is always inspiring. My friend and I were having a tête-à-tête – nothing significant, just idle chitchat. Now I must let you know that my friend and I tend to get into arguments, mostly stupid ones about stupid things if you ask me. And in these arguments, things are said and each of us tries by all means to get the upper hand. On this day, insults were being thrown around, my anger started to take form. With each insult, it felt like a kettle was boiling. The kettle started shaking vigorously with the steam blowing the top


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It’s not an annoyance for just anything. It comes in the form of badly written briefs, selfish drivers, men who call you ‘baby’ when they don’t know you..

It kind of made me think of when people say that they don’t remember having rammed a knife into their loved one – 10 times. There seems to be a kind of out-of-body experience to anger. As if it’s not us, but a part of us that we are not consciously aware or in control of. I’ve wondered what makes me angry. I tried to get to the core of the problem. It lies simply in annoyance. It’s not an annoyance for just anything. It comes in the form of badly written briefs; selfish drivers; men who call you ‘baby’ when they don’t know you; people who stand too close to the carousel at the airport; people who stand too close to you in line; people who don’t listen; and people who, in turn, do the wrong thing because they weren’t listening. I don’t pretend to know everything or be an authority on logic, but I’d like to think it runs through my veins. Some people, on the other hand, just don’t

bother with it anymore – and that gets me a little angry. Luckily, my friend forgave me. It might be because we’ve been through worse together. Or it might be because she knows me. Reading this you might think that I am an angry person and I don’t want to admit to it. Or that

I shouldn’t try to justify my anger by saying that people should just not piss me off. I agree with you. I have an anger problem. But I must say that it’s mostly all talk. You might think worse of me for it, but the story about my friend was an isolated incident where my anger manifested in physicality. I usually handle better than that. I think my age might have to do with my anger as well. I’m at the age where I don’t think I deserve to have to deal with stupidity and laziness. And those are the main things that get me seeing red. It’s quite simple really. If no one wants to feel my wrath, they must stop asking stupid questions; stop walking into me in a mall; stop calling autotune music hiphop; keep left on a stairwell; stop sending friend requests to people who aren’t their friends. Otherwise I might just take the devil up on that seat at his dinner table.

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Nothing wrong with a man

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in his work

I won't deny my own personal desire

to turn each sin against the sinner John Doe

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Pride, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy, Sloth

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