Still: Floating rather than diving

The patriarchy has reassembled itself after the onslaught of #MeToo, but its barricade has been pushed back and its corner of the world is a little smaller. Another push is needed, and another, and another, until the barricades are dismantled and the protection of gendered power is consigned to history, along with racism, xenophobia, religious

G7: Okwe-Bokhwe: Red wound in the rainbow

Mandla Mbothwe’s directing of  G7: Okwe-Bokhwe opens a deep wound. That wound returns us to the storms veiled by the rainbow continuously forced down our South African throats under the rhetoric of ‘let bygones be bygones’. But, left unresolved, these bygones do not just fly on into the sunset. They fester painfully, deep under the

Jazz & Blues Cafe: Oh so blue

Giant speakers armed with the trumpeting sounds of Fredrik Noren dunking and dipping first to third valves of the trumpet echo through Saint’s Bistro. Nicholas Williams on piano transports you out of any grey areas through black and white keys. The sound of the Gretsch cymbals played by Kevin Gibson continuously hit you into reality.