Sunday, August 17, 2025

Resist Or Die

 


We ignore the dead to our own peril, and as all mysteries never remain hidden, the dead will continue to speak from their graves, unto a future uncertain and flawed.

When voices from the past continue to haunt the present, what future will be free of ghosts?


Can the weight of traditions protect us from the horrors of forgetting, or do we always we make a journey that others have made before?


Once we prayed in the words of parents, but then our world expanded and the prayers fell short of the reality of living under the oppressor’s boots.


Many activists set an example of selfless sacrifice, their lives stolen by the hands of those who feared change. 


They were caught between the forces they tried to change but could not fully escape.


Yet, change is inevitable and and to be alive is to know ghosts.


And now, we hear their whispers when we listen. 


The echo prompts us not to ignore the dead.


We are haunted by their disappearance, and we cannot outgrow the pain.


Can the future be free of the demons of the past and traumas caused by a brutal police force that served to terrorise people of colour in the land of their birth?


Resist Or Die


Generational perspectives are important to the preservation of memory, and censored memories are part of what constitutes a subservient society.


Providing a foundation for exploring themes of colonial trauma, this video poem is contingent, and quietly political in the sense of depicting various events into a unison of collective revolt.


When black people are governed by routines of adjustment to the mess of colonial tyranny, what other option is left for emancipatory action?


In this montage, memory appears in traces, returning them as images or accounts of colonial legacies of a an authoritarian regime.


Affective archives, fragmented narratives, and the question of how aesthetic resistance can be articulated beyond dominant regimes of visibility is the crux of this enquiry into the past of others who were instrumental in liberating many.


This video poem interweaves historical archival documentation, and local narratives of activists, with an experimental visual and sonic language, deliberately foregrounding ruptures of communal rage and resistance to open up forms of visibility beyond the strictures of oppression.


And on several levels, it is therefore a is a meditation on times of violent struggle for liberation and its witnesses.

Thursday, August 7, 2025

An Ode To Cinema


 

“Most humans are drawn to visual harmony, challenges their visual system or aesthetic preference. Colours are the mother tongue of the subconscious." Carl Jung.


A film leader is a length of film attached to the head or tail of a film to assist in threading a projector for a moving reel of images that pass through a film gate. These strips of gelatine have always been enamoured by the complexity of the colours that precede the main images, colours and shapes that linger between the numbers during the countdown. 


The bright shaft of light that eventually sizzles into dust hairs that euphorically turn into luminescent forms that boggle the mind, this light seems to be the genesis of these marvels of the film medium, which  are what makes one nostalgic of the days of shooting on film and projecting the final reels.


Typically made from rejected or retired prints of previously released reels, these snippets conjure up another side to the vision sparked by the persistence of vision, and like painting in motion, they are what I would call film art.


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This video poem, therefore explores changes in human cognition when indecipherable forms are persistently perceived, and the boundaries of the real seen through the boundaries of the real seen through new eyes.


And living in this multilayered video are translucent entities born of light and silver granules, replayed with light and hidden by light. The film gate - a crucible where opposing energies generate their light, is a sacred site.


Like a vast interface with unending flows of the unimaginable, this ode o cinema’s mysterious beginnings and endings, draws a circle in the life of the shifting contours of sight and sought.


Ultimately, the film art offers a personal space to inflict images of one’s unknowable imaginings, seeing what one wills and imagineers, a form of realising (MAKING REAL), the massive microscopic beings lingering in the light at the film gate.


The visuals are modes of self-fashioning owned imageries, signals toward the path still unfolding ahead, a liminal space where the possible in inevitable.


The forms and shapes that dwell in these entanglements between frames, can become forms of dream objects, what has yet to be named; that which invites the beholder to actively participate in shaping them.


Therefore, the video poem is a two-dimensional space of presences, evolving in relation ration to viewers’ perspectives, and their unsupervised methods of listening to inner ideas that rarely have a fixed course; activating forms of attention that escape closure.











Images By: Khahliso Matela


Monday, August 4, 2025

Still(ING) The Ocean


 O Sea, That Knowest Thy Strength


Effie Lee Newsome


Hast thou been known to sing,

        O sea, that knowest thy strength? 

Hast thou been known to sing?  

        Thy voice, can it rejoice? 

Naught save great sorrowing, 

        To me, thy sounds incessant

Do express, naught save great sorrowing. 

Thy lips, they daily kiss the sand,

        In wanton mockery. 

Deep in thine awful heart

        Thou dost not love the land. 

        Thou dost not love the land. 

        O sea, that knowest thy strength. 


“These sands, these listless, helpless, 

        Sun-gold sands, I’ll play with these, 

Or crush them in my white-fanged hands

        For leagues, to please

The thing in me that is the Sea, 

        Intangible, untamed, 

        Untamed and wild, 

        And wild and weird and strong!”


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on March 28, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.


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STILL(ING) The Ocean


The ocean and its waters seem omnipresent and omniscient; it appears to house fossils of long forgotten tales of journeying into the unknown, and deluges of sadness for souls that perished into its watery canyons.

It bears and moves shared memories of slaves drowned for their rebellion or sickness, the ocean in its stillness is where wet worlds inhabited by large and tiny organisms unbeknown to man thrive.

Water reflects the intertwined facets of human history, from cradle to graves which would soon be swallowed by rising levels as glaciers melt uncontrollably.

The ocean is that economic corridor that fuels he world’s capitalist machinery, water is a pathway from here to there, a transitory space where time leads to escapes to freedom, of eternal wandering, of discovering and rediscovering synergy spilled out of the ocean unto the open sands.


Saturday, May 24, 2025

Where Are The Last Revolutionaries Of Our Time

Where are the last revolutionaries of our time;

the dreamers who listen to ghost whispering from the past in a language of anguish?


When ours is a creativity shaped by our traumatised heritage,

how do we face the night without our binding histories?


Where are the bodies of revolutionaries of yesterday, 

to spark raging flames in souls of newly oppressed freedom’s children?


And as we approach memory that exists at the crossroads of the future and present,

without losing sight of the shifting political grounds,

can this generation pray in a different language? 


Those disposed bodies were political.

They stir through memory, under the cold sun

celebrated only by the dead who rest in acoustics of spirits that destabilise the present.


They ask:”Where are the spirits of Boikie Tlhapi and his comrades,

when their bodies lie discarded, 

into dark bowls of a merciless earth where many black bones toil for wages?

Friday, May 9, 2025

Researching Boikie


Human history has been shaped by processes of asking questions, and historical imagery, visions of cultural history that connected the past and present are essential elements for recollection of erased and censored memories.


The central node of my broader investigation into the disappearance of Boikie “Majestic” Tlhapi is predicated therefore on finding a conciliatory closure for family members, but also for the community that shaped his political awareness.


As a narrative vessel, Tlhapi’s life is a reminder that in order for transparency to take the fore society need effectively respond to complex and evolving questions of his death. As a filmmaker it has been an awakening journey of an inclusive discourse that I am to foster regarding the untruths and erasures of people in the not so distant past of white supremacist oppression of black people in South Africa.


Deeply rooted in memory and history, offering a powerful and experimental approach that encourages reflection on significant yet under-explored social histories, this article speaks against historical cliches that contuse contemporary perspectives of the past, deforming and reforming them for subaltern purposes of censor and erasure.


Ikageng is a place dense with often tragic stories and the story of Boikie Tlhapi, an activist who was “disappeared” by apartheid police, is indeed a sore spot for many people within the community, over and above his death - death as exile without return -  that continues to haunt the family.


There is now an inquest opened through The Foundation For Human rights, which aims to uncover the culprits in the deaths and disappearances f over 20 activists. This process has also affected certain processes regarding the research and development of the documentary.


The identified protagonist, Mr. George Mbathu has now been summonsed to appear in court by the NPA, and the court hearing are scheduled for April. He will stand together with Mr. Johan Venter, a former Station Commander who miraculously is still alive and residing in Potchefstroom.


And as the family anticipates recalling and speaking about the gruelling memory of their kin’s death, they have now requested that the director wait until the court case is underway, thus allowing for the film to follow the actual process of prosecuting suspects and finding compensation for the families concerned.



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Boike’s life undeniably survived shifting political conditions marked by cycles of blatant brutality by the apartheid police force, persecution, collapse of familial unions and the disintegration of social structures. He witnessed the hard hand of supremacy slap the wits from his parents, and as an avid scholar and reader, his plight he saw mirrored in many literary works of revolutionary thinkers who continue to inspire the activists of today.


It is this light that I, Paul Khahliso Matela Zisiwe, propose an annual Boikie Tlhapi Memorial Lecture to be held in Ikageng, to commemorate the man’s spirit and intellectual propensity which fuelled his revolutionary ideologies and political acumen. This lecture will trace the loss, trauma and recovery of our collective memory of the stalwart.


As a curious storyteller whose practice investigates material histories, socio-political  and psychological issues, my research methodology to tell the story of Boikie Tlhapi entailed alternative forms of documentation (phone cameras, voice recorders and digital cameras) that highlight often-overlooked narratives surrounding places and objects, giving space to concealed voices and knowledge.


Re-assembling various documentaries in their style, the process itself reconfigures elements of the research into different modes of storytelling. Despite grappling with vast archives and narratives that reveal the complex pasts of political injustices, the research sparks urgent conversations about loss and displacement in black historical heritage while giving space to voices that often go unheard.


Taking the interviews conducted, their stories prompt reflection on historical omissions, collective memory and shape contemporary dialogue on how we can redress the past from a contemporary vantage point of socialised racism and endemic denial of white privilege by perpetrator of atrocities against black communities.


Two years of research, carried out in close collaboration with the family and close relatives and Boikie’s peers, has allowed for the production of a short documentary film, questioning the institutionalized narratives of South Africas historiography, particularly those concerning its past characterised by apartheid and racist policies, placing Boikie the activist as an emblem of resilience in the face of brutal white supremacy. 


Therefore, the feature documentary film envisioned after the completion of the research and development phase is dedicated to the people who perished in their attempts to fight oppression in search of freedom. It composes its melody of memories with a series of intimate narratives from those who lived along the fallen heroes, leaving lasting emotional traces.


And knowing how memory shapes not only (national) identities but also our understanding of history itself, it becomes incumbent to engage with painful remnants of the past navigating the interplay between those erased personal and collective identities.

 

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Foregrounding personal narratives and memories, this researched filmic project became an ongoing exploration of Boikie’s multifaceted life, blurring the boundaries between documentary and experimental film through the use of abstract and poetic overlays. 


With interviews, one tends to negotiate unresolvable differences that seem endless without miniaturizing the psychic magnitude of the pain of loss, traversing psychic boundaries that limit the movement of ideas about the past and its effects on the present. The film is therefore another in the growing oeuvre of documentary films that question validity of histories and the lived experiences of black people under apartheid rule.


Together, these pieces form a rich and layered portrait of a young man who had secret political ideological leaning, involved in clandestine activities about which not even his closest kin were privy.

Was his garment construction business a decoy or a gesture of dissidence, driven by a refusal to accept the given political realities of dependence on white colonial masters?


Boikie is an epitome of a very deeply disciplined ideologue, from the reverent vein of Pan-Africanist political worldview, emboldened by an immense integrity and loyalty in covert situation. And trait this is proven true in fact by being the only one who dies on the day of the arrest.


And the circumstances as revealed through various voices, sets disappearance as a condition to reconsider the identity and beckons us to question how can we reimagine and critically investigate our current situations or positions to construct and manifest new approaches to resistance.


The presence of his absence is felt intimately by Boikie’s now ailing mother, who over the years has partially lost her hearing and speech, thus rendering her mute to even voice her discontent with the dragging saga of justice for bis murdered son. Therefore, the purpose of this research documentary film is to celebrate the man and his legacy that has yet to be brought to the fore, grounded on the fertile soil of Tlokwe’s valleys deeply intertwined with his personal and political life.


Boikie’s political and activist identity oscillates between hyper-presence and invisibility even today, when perceived from a lens of self-enrichment that is rampant among former comrades, and by exploring the landscape of his demise, we can locate our growing anxieties of crises within a world where colonial and political legacies are fused with the consciousness of our current moment and past events that are hidden beneath rock and sheets of dust.


Through Boikie’s story, whispers of lives caught in the dark and their refusal to settle, calls out from disappeared souls, guiding us toward our dim, shadowy collective conscience.


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