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Imbalances in Zims Hip Hop Industry

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ORGANISERS of the recently launched hip hop concert in Bulawayo are crying foul over the low turnout of female rappers.

Dubbed “Bigger than hip hop”, the concert is held every fortnight at Amakhosi Cultural Centre with the aim of identifying and nourishing talent from this genre.

Hip hop as a genre has proved to be less popular in the City of Kings and Queens than in Harare. What has worsened the situation is that it seems to be still a male- dominated field.

Talent “krusty” Kaseke, the coordinator of the concert said low turnout of female rappers was mostly as a result of gender stereotypes.

“People in general perceive hip-hop as a field for males. hence even in countries such as the United States, most renowned rappers and big hip-hop artistes are males. Most ladies prefer RnB.

“Due to this mentality, few female rappers from Bulawayo have so far particpated in the Biggger than hip hop concert.

“However, we hope that as we continue with the show, we will be able to attract more female singers, said Krusty.

Last Saturday was the third episode of this concert and since its launch last month, 66 acts have been showcased.

“What is however disturbing is that out of this figure, there were only three female artistes,” said Krusty

The groups that took part include Lady Thug, Kasi Princess, Hip-hop honeys, H-3, POY, Kasi Lunatics, Double H and the Hurricane Crew.

The concert has also attracted established artistes from other musical genres such as Willis Wataffi who staged a show last weekend.-taken from newsday.com

I’m Not Beautiful. And That’s Fine by Me.

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Two weeks ago, I got my hair trimmed, layered in the front, and blow-dried in such a way that it actually looked pretty good. I know it must have looked all right, because my grandmother, with whom I was dining that night, said, “Oh, my! Don’t you look beautiful!”

I tried unsuccessfully to brush wispy bangs out of my eye and replied with a grimace, “Take it in while you can, Grandma, because this is the last time it’s going to look this good until the next time I have to get it trimmed.”

Still, the next time I saw her, she exclaimed in disappointment, “What happened to your bangs? They looked so nice!”

I shrugged. “I went with the wash-and-wait-for-Denver’s-dry-climate-to-air-dry-it look, Grandma. And besides, they were getting in my eyes. I like ’em a lot better pulled back with the rest of this mop.”

Alas for my grandmother, who…

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THE CUSTOMER IS NO LONGER RIGHT

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What product and service providers must realise is that without the community or society, they would be non existent.  Why am I  the customer, made to fee as if I am not a priority?

I walked into OK, the other day wishing to purchase a packet of gum and water and I handed the till operator a $20 bill. She looked me up and down and said angila change! She did not make any effort to look for change from her co-workers. I simply walked out and went to the next store. My question is, do these shops have so much mpney now that they do not mind losing one client to the opposition? Or is it that they know that no matter how bad they treat us, we will always go back to them because we have no choice.

I was at the school bursars office last week, i approached a young woman seated behind a counter. She was talking on her cellphone, and instead of hanging up and attending to me, the person who pays her salary, she just went on with her conversation as if i was not there! We as Zimbabweans have become to accustomed to being mistreated by the people who are supposed to be serving US. i don’t see how the client is supposed to beg to served yet it is my money at the end of the day that will go into your pockets? The customer is no longer right, in this land of ours. As for these Nigerian shops, i wouldn’t even know where to begin. These wanna be diva shop assistants act as if smiling to a customer would cause wrinkles on their overly powdered faces.

I believe its high time, we as the Zimbabwean consumers took action and gave these people the ultimatum, that if they want our money they must earn it. I don’t care what economic crisis is facing a country, the customer is ALWAYS right!!

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the N.T.O

Forfeiting the right to be patriotic

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Zimbabweans are a very patriotic lot. There is something in our culture that makes us very nationalistic in spite of all the negative things happened in our country. Whilst some might argue that the awareness of what happened prior to independence brought the black people together, united by a common enemy (enemy read as racial discrimination), I feel it is more than this as young people that never experienced this dark period in our history are still very devoted to Zimbabwe. Even the white Zimbabweans, who lost most of the privileges resulting from the colonial legacy, seem to be so attached to this humble nation that despite efforts by some to portray them as foreigners, they have never seen themselves as anything else other than Zimbabweans. I have on numerous occasions been surprised by a Caucasian Zimbabwean unashamedly approaching me in a pub in London and eulogising about ‘home’, on…

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Trigger Warning: This post is about rape.

dontbethatguyI was fourteen years old the night my friend G took me to my first kegger. We told my mom we were going to “a little get together.” I remember almost nothing about the evening—flashes, mostly. I remember absolutely nothing about being raped that night.

I might never have known about it, except that N–a woman I’d met the night before–mentioned it casually the next morning when I woke in a strange house with what might have been my first hangover. I don’t remember the words she used, just the image they evokedof me passed out in a bed and two men doing whatever they wanted with me.

Apparently G had left me at the party—I never learned why, but I assume that I was either passed out or otherwise resisted leaving. I never asked him. Sitting there with N that morning, I…

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FEMINISTS SOUTH AFRICA

By Athambile Masola

I’m not a fan of glossy magazines. I often buy one when I’m mentally exhausted and I’m looking for something frivolous to peruse and perhaps bitch over— “why does their skin look like plastic?” or I’m trying to build up a stock of magazines I will need for a classroom activity. Recently I purchased a copy of True Love Magazine. It seems I’m only ever drawn to buying this magazine when Lira is the front cover girl.

While trying to make a choice of which magazine would be the object of my scorn, I had a Biko[1] moment. This is the moment when the racism alert button goes off in my brain and I have to question myself: are you imagining the problem in this situation? While scanning the magazines on display (lets say more than 10 women’s magazines) only three magazines had black women…

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