DEMIMA RELEASES NEW “WYWH” MUSIC VIDEO

DEMIMA

The Anglo-Zulu sonic poet is excited to announce the release of the quarantine-style official music video for her song Wish You Were Here, on Africa Freedom Day 2020 at 20:00.

WYWH is the final track of ALT. FRQNC, the EP DemiMa released late last year. The video was shot mostly at DemiMa’s home in Durban by emerging talent, Khevyn Ibrahim, a Malian Londoner. A fitting concept in the current global lockdown, the visuals depict DemiMa in isolation, longing for the presence of her loved ones to share the vibrancy of her natural environment.

“I didn’t know how relevant this song would be when writing it last year. We can all relate and wish our loved ones were with us at this time. Khevyn and I shot the music video at home, quarantine-style, and he used his drone to capture Durban’s natural beauty,” says DemiMa.

The video is awash with colour, red and pink flowers, green and orange palm trees, the Ocean with a golden Sunrise and a fleeting feature from a snow-white and ginger cat with piercing eyes. DemiMa heightens the energy of the environment dressed in London’s Charli Cohen’s unique designs.

Khevyn shot with a Canon 5D Mark iii and DJI Mavic Air drone. On his first trip to South Africa, he found working with DemiMa in the coastal Durban setting, inspiring.

“It felt very soulful to travel to kwaZulu for the first time and then to shoot a music video with DemiMa at her home. Her music deserves to be heard by many ears.”

A 15-minute collection of bold, innovative sounds, ALT. FRQNC is a vivid conceptual journey through DemiMa’s urban metropolis, her love for nature and Zulu heritage.

See the official video for WYWH on YouTube – video goes live at 20:00 GMT on 25.05.20
Connect with @itsDemiMa on Instagram and Twitter

Contact: itsdemima@gmail.com +27 67 853 1403 / + 44 7592 694514

Notes:
Made with the support of ARTS COUNCIL ENGLAND, ALT FRQNC features DemDrums and Lorenz Okello with a mix by Morgan Spacek.

Life Live Be Here – Eshe Escoffery

Eshe Escoffery’s debut EP, Life Live Be Here, is an eclectic mix of soulful collaborations which clearly depict her gospel, R’n’B and jazz influences. Eshe’s vocals are soothing, captivating and display the mastery that we have come to expect from a member of the Escoffery family. The EP also pays tribute to Old Skool Hip Hop (What’s Going Wrong) and drum ‘n’ bass (Better Dayz). Overall, the music is full of emotion and lifts the spirit exponentially, even when the subject matter is BLM or separation (Miss U).

Life Live Be Here opens with I Pray 4, an evocation of Eshe’s matrilineal heritage. In this two-minute introduction, Eshe’s smooth, high toned vocals are contrasted by a constant guttural scraper and intermittent harmonies that take us back to a time in a past we have yet to imagine. A surprise doubling up towards the end of the intro brings you back to the present, and shows off Eshe’s versatility to perfection.

I carry the prayers of my mother and my mothers before,
 as I lay in the waters of her womb…

My EP is an offering of my favourite genres and styles, old to contemporary. My sisters and I sang traditional and neo-gospel sounds – (a term used by our Father George Escoffery), supporting artists like Omar and Don-e. I particularly enjoyed working on Chinese classical pop with Vanessa Mae, the violinist, and in Wolof, with Baba Maal. There was an ancestral feel to the music that resonated deep within me.

Reazon, a dedication to Eshe’s mother, Ma Millie Escoffery, and an homage to Motown’s continuing relevance. It is a soulful remix of a drum ‘n’ bass theme produced effectively by Simon Templa. This revamped soul mix has a bouncy, jazzed up tempo that totally transforms the mood, but still gets your body moving in all the right places. Eshe’s vocals remind me of Earth, Wind and Fire in this track and the video indicates a woman of royalty who is supremely comfortable in her own skin.

Too many of our children dying, too many of us crying…
Jahaziel and Eshe in the studio

Track 3 is a political statement buried in original hip hop beats, complete with the scratching. The track titled WGW is a reminder that the condition of melanated people in the UK, the USA and indeed around the planet depicts a world struggling with madness and despair. Eshe’s probing vocal arrangement invokes Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On?, and laments that there are still far too many deaths of melanated people, young and older.

Black lives matter

Cheri Groce                  Stephen Lawrence               Sarah Reed

    1518 deaths in police custody since 1990 in England and Wales 

Enter Jahaziel’s (nephew of Maxi Priest) heartfelt rap to strike a raw nerve.

Black lives matter, so I matter…
Who needs the cops if you can’t trust them to help?
I’m done with all this discussion, it’s justice or else…

Eshe’s gentle vocal harmonies coupled with the haunting piano riff in Miss U tug at our heart strings and will be loved by all the ladies missing their significant other for whatever reason. But by far my favourite song on this EP is Better Dayz, a drum ‘n’ bass dance track that reminds me of 4 Hero and the glorious days of Marc Mac and Plastic People in Shoreditch. As most of Eshe’s lyrics tend to be, Better Dayz is uplifing and optimistic.

Although Eshe’s latest song, Venus Star is not on this EP, I have to mention it for the feeling it produces, not only in me, but in others who have heard it. Another love song and an ode to the planet Venus, the song is a captivating mixture of evocative vocals and pulsing instruments that fill your heart and take you on a journey into the galaxy. It’s definitely one for Valentine’s Day and roses.

“Venus Star is an expression of emotion, of love, to love and be loved and wondering where Venus the goddess of love, fertility, beauty and victory is to grant that wish.” Eshe Escoffery

If you haven’t already done so, do check out Eshe’s body of work and you’ll recognise her as an excellent exponent of the Escoffery tradition.

Earthency: A new world order

Thoughts on strategies for Freedom

Democracy and its system of elections and votings has failed the majority of the world’s population. It has been failing us for hundreds of years, and yet we continue to hail it as the only viable way forward. How often have we thought or heard the sentiment: “if we could just fix democracy, everything would be fine”. “if only politicians were incorruptible.” “if only the courts meted out justice.” If only. If only.

I am here to say that the system cannot be fixed. Democracy is seriously flawed. The time has come to forget about it and come up with something else. A new world order is very necessary indeed and it has been necessary for some time now to build back better. Thomas Paine wrote about creating the world anew back in the 18th century.

Over the centuries, the system of democracy has proved itself to create more misery and injustice for its workers, the very people who keep it going and believe in it, while producing more greed and depravity by the so-called rulers, the small percentage of self-absorbed, narcissistic fat cats. The lament is the same throughout the known world. The country I currently live in, England, boasts of itself as the world’s oldest democracy. And yet what is there actually to be so proud of?

There is no time in recorded history that I have read of, or been told about, in which it is claimed that the majority of the populace has benefited en masse from its democracy. The so-called working class has not yet had reason not to complain about its lot in society in comparison to its self-declared rulers. While their ancestors were pillaging people and wealth from around the world, in the name of Victoria of Hanover, their queen, the working class were in a state of poverty and degradation in so-called Great Britain. Where did all that loot go? What has been done with it for the British people in practical terms? Today’s English queen still believes she has some hold over her former colonies in the unfathomable form of the so-called commonwealth, and yet, in 21st century Britain, food banks have become common in daily language! Food banks for people who cannot afford to buy basic provisions and have to rely on charity just to live, are necessary in Britain in 2021! Are you serious?

We now live in a world where government can dictate when we can leave our houses, how to present our bodies in public and what we can freely discuss in the so-called free world. Pharmaceutical companies have convinced governments the world over to inflict ‘lockdowns‘ (a term used in prisons to deny movement to inmates who have misbehaved) of healthy, law-abiding people, who in turn, submitted to a curtailment of their liberties without so much as a murmur.

We now live in a world where healthy people, with no symptoms of ailment, are expected to inject themselves with a substance which they know nothing about, because of government and media pressure to be good citizens. Our 1984 world sees the meaning of words constantly changing and the mainstream media questions nought. The term pandemic used to describe infection of a majority of the world’s population, now it means a disease that occurs around the world. There is no mention of the numbers of infected. So if only five people in five countries have the same disease, that is now classed as a pandemic. And mainstream media (MSM) bods are not saying a word about this. In fact there is an unprecedented censoring of alternative views that question the efficacy of the Covid19 vaccine. To question or put forward other scientists’ views is now simply deemed mis/dis-information. The notion of informed consent no longer exists. It’s the government’s pharma-driven narrative or the highway.

It is no surprise to me that the MSM are not asking questions about why, if the so-called covid19 vaccines do not provide immunity, they are still being called vaccines? I grew up under the impression that vaccines prevent you from getting the disease you are being inoculated against. Not so for the Covid19 vaccine. Even if you’ve had three jabs, you can still catch the as yet unproven virus. Really??? And why is the MSM not reporting about the adverse reactions from these injections? The World Council for Health has recently issued a cease and desist declaration against the injection, citing it as toxic.

The MSM acquiescence to all the doublespeak doesn’t surprise me because at some stage in western civilisation people were taught to trust the oppressors and ignore the evidence. Trust the government. Even though time and again the evidence proves that the government cannot be trusted. After all it is governments that permit the polluting and pillaging of our Oceans and rivers, the decimation and destruction of the planet’s ecosystems and the cruelty meted out to animals for financial human gain. Trust the courts. Even though the courts have shown themselves to be ignorant of justice. Trust the boss. Even though the man-in-charge has proven himself unscrupulous in his pursuit of profit.

The time has come to trust yourself and only yourself. Forget the notion of giving someone else your power. Electing to have someone rule over you is stupid. It is a statement that somebody else can have better answers for you about your life. The notion that someone else knows what is best for another, is an infantilisation of oneself. Why would you do that? Why would you grant another human being, with no more supernatural powers than you, authority and power over you? How on Earth does that make any sense? To be a responsible adult, one must exercise her/his own power. You must be your own saviour and accept that nobody will come on a white horse to save you. You are the one you’ve been waiting for. Save yourself!

For those of you who have been living through the recent awakening already awake, this message is for you. There is no better time than now to act. Regardless of your skin tone, regardless of your religion, regardless of your political affiliation, we must come together now and create our new system for a joyous new world. Our New World Order. A system in which we are each and everyone of us is invested, has consensus and holds our power. The Common Law system of trial-by-jury-plus-one and an interest-free financial system has reached its time. But how?

I have a few ideas, some my own, some acquired from various communications on the freedom channels in the alternative social media. I hope these will get the debate for consensus started for rolling in our new world order. Everything I list below must be done peacefully. We do not want to use weaponry to achieve our aims. There are many more of us than them. We do not need their cowardly and immoral war machinery. We just need to be brave and stand our ground. They can justifiably shoot at us if we have guns. They cannot do so if we don’t.

1. We need to agree a name for our new order. I suggest Earthency – by which I mean: a system in which every sentient being on Earth is respected; humans are sovereign over their affairs. Animals on Earth, birds in the skies and creatures in the waters, are treated with dignity and not just seen as fodder for human palates and enjoyment. Ecosystems like the rainforest, the Oceans and rivers are respected and protected.

2. We need to create a peace body to meet the police forces that the unlawful rulers have in place. We can meet with former police staff and co-opt them into our new and lawful Sovereigns’ Defence Team. A few organisations like Guardians 300 has already been training Peace Constables around the country.

Guardians 300’s motto is: Educate Empower Enrol

3. We need an army of warriors for freedom. We can find former soldiers who have been deemed no longer necessary by the usurpers of our power and work with them to recruit Common Law sovereign soldiers, not unthinking mechanical men and women who obey all instructions, no matter how depraved and unlawful, but thinking people with morals and an understanding of why they are soldiers in the battle for freedom.

4. We need to co-opt farmers and set up greengroceries, (and ethical butcheries) in order to maintain our food supplies. We need to encourage community gardens and source non GM seeds to grow healthy vegetables and fruits.

5. We need to return to using precious metals for the exchange of goods and services. Start exchanging fiat currency for silver, copper, gold. We need to give up the fiat monetary system completely. It is only our belief in and usage of it that gives it power. Let’s turn our attention away from it and watch ALL their power over us disappear. Without us shooting a single weapon.

6. We need to organise a waste disposal system that excludes the so-called local authorities. We could enter into new contracts with the present operators of the rubbish collection and disposal lorries and think of new ways communities can recycle, compost and dispose of rubbish closer to home.

7. We need to take over the national grid to enable us to still have access to gas and electricity. Humans need energy to live, just like we need water and air. We should not pay for the basic right to life. Free energy is a real concept. Just as cars running on water.

8. While we need to be personally responsible for the health of our bodies and not give doctors full authority, we still need to have hospitals that are equipped with the necessary supplies for help in case of accidents or diseases that are no longer treatable at home.

9. We need to decide what is taught to our children. What do humans need to live happily on earth? Free energy. Free food. Free water. Attaining these should be the basis of a child’s schooling.

10. We need to keep all old clothes and recycle them until we can manufacture new materials that are eco-friendly and not reliant on sweat shops.

11. We need to set up Peoples’ Courts to which we can take our grievances about harms caused to us.

12. We need to establish prisons in which to hold the criminals who have been holding us hostage for so long. I think they should all be exiled to an island and kept far away from law abiding people.

13. We need to free all political prisoners – starting with Julian Assange.

14. We need to confiscate some properties and restore them to the power stations they once were for the good of all humanity – not just for a self-declared elite class.

These are the ideas that immediately come to mind when I think of the future. They’re not in any particular order. And they’re open for debate and fine-tuning. Let’s create our New World Order – fuck what the 1% want – their thoughts do not matter. Ours, the 99%, do. Let’s make sure that building back better really means that for the majority of us.

Ekyoto

New EP by Leagan Starchild: a review


Leagan Starchild’s Ekyoto is more than just a wonderful musical project. Its carefully structured pieces come across as a gift to the Great Architect Herself. The EP begins with the elemental sound of the Ocean before Leagan takes us on a sensual journey into the soul of sound and rhythm. The choices he makes are thoughtfully crafted to fuse seamlessly with his vision.

I wanted

Leagan Starchild:

I wanted to create something with people I like that would stand the test of time.

Originally from Cape Town, Starchild is now based eJozi and has been the SA Idols drummer since 2013. Ekyoto is the culmination of five years’ work.


In the opening track, The Prayer, Llewellyn George’s poignant piano riff is set against the Ocean’s crashing waves to introduce spoken word by DemiMa (@itsdemima) and Mangaliso Asi (@strawberryarmpits).

DemiMa

“May our wings stay stretched as we soar with the gentle winds of love.”

Amen! I want that too! It feels like an invocation to the Divine Within. When I first heard the words, I was intrigued by being excited and calm all at once.

After this stirring opening, I’ll Be There features JustHlo’s (@justhlo) gentle vocals and exudes a sense of harmony between close friends. Choose Your You, another collaboration with DemiMa and Mangaliso Asi is led by Aldirt du Toit’s (@al_dirty) talkative electric guitar and Leagan’s pulsating drum sound.

DemiMa’s fervent tones tease their way in and through the swinging rhythm of Choose Your You, to lead Mangaliso Asi (pictured) into another spoken verse.

Leagan shares his smooth vocals with us in Find Our Star, as he takes us on a journey somewhere “underneath the stars”. Sisonke’s lonely saxophone takes us farther into the aether before handing us back to Leagan’s gentle drum beat and relaxing vocals. The piano is outstanding on every track, but particularly in Find Our Star, Leagan enables Llewellyn’s piano melody to guide and conduct. JustHlo’s punchy vocals shine through on Fiend, matched by Raymond Green’s (@mr_ray_green_) guitar and wind instruments by Tshepo Tsotetsi, @Brandon Ruiters and Mamba.

The fun the Artists must have had recording this project is evident. My lips curve on their own.

DemiMa opens Shine with a lazy, dreamy demand, reminiscent of Nina Simone’s artistry before JustHlo switches from reverie to an urgent rap. Their flow works convincingly.

On So Long, enter Thapelo Lekoane: another of Leagan’s excellent vocalist contributors. Thapelo reminds me of Sibongile Khumalo as she weaves a spell with her charming vocals and an ever-so-sly vibrato.

Ekyoto is a well-conceived collection that Leagan should be proud to present to the World on his first EP. There is clearly no limit to how high Leagan and his collective can fly!

My three favourites:

The Prayer
Find Our Star
Shine

Shine on, Leagan Starchild and Friends. Keep on flying towards the Sun!

The Future in Edutainment is Here

Champs and Giggles Black Edutainment is an online interactive media platform created during the 2020 Lockdown by a group of British-African-Caribbean folk for their community to stay connected. It is accessible via Zoom every Friday evening from half seven and continues for about 12 hours – or until there’s no longer an audience.

The Champs [pron: shamps] & Giggles formula is a simple one. Start light as members join in and discuss the past week’s news affecting the African-Caribbean community in the UK; host a professional guest and have them speak about their work; a quiz via Kahoot, a game of charades and then music and laughter all night long. Throw in a few friendly and humourous presenters and you’re in for a fun night where you can learn a few things you never knew you didn’t know.

Last Friday I joined just in time to catch the conversation about Britain’s new Windrush Day. My entry was announced with a welcome from the host, Joseph and my friend and neighbour, whose online moniker is ‘Pinky’. A member was saying it was unsettling that her parents had to apply for British citizenship when they had been invited here decades ago. Pinky reminded her that the Windrush generation were already British citizens when they arrived here. True that! They had to reapply for something they already had.

Pinky was so right. Just think about it for a moment. Our elders were robbed of their birthright twice. First their ancestors were stolen from their land and then, after fulfilling their part of the contract with the British state and working hard for decades to build team New UK, their own citizenship was rescinded. They had to reapply for the right to be what they already were; British. How do these policy makers get away with such nonsense? Another member thought it was a good thing that there is now a Windrush Day, but I could not agree. The gesture stinks of tokenism to me. What about compensation for the damage to self and psyche these moves made by the State cause to individuals and families?

The Windrush Museum

During our discussion about Windrush Day, someone’s phone alerted them that one of George Floyd‘s murderers had been found guilty of manslaughter and given twenty-two years behind bars. I expected more positive comments about the judgement, it was a significant step for the USA judiciary where the police are usually protected for murdering Moors. But I understood why the victory was bitter-sweet. The prevailing sentiment was that the killer should have got life or death row, especially given that George Floyd had been working with the police on anti-racism. Shocking. That was news to me.

The professional guest was Marlon Palmer, owner of Kush Films and film marketer extraordinaire. Marlon’s story was inspirational, he went from street promoter to born again Christian to movie distributor over twenty years ago. It reminded me of Chancer, the television series that starred Clive Owen who transitioned from paper delivery man to a City investment banker. I held my breath when the presenter asked him about Steve McQueen’s Lovers’ Rock. The film had mixed receptions amongst A-C Britons. “Don’t even say his name, I don’t want to talk about him,” said Marlon. And then he explained that it was mostly people below 35 who loved the film, while us oldies were not so impressed by SM’s narrative at all.

Steve Mcqueen

I love SM’s films. Loved Shame, Hunger, Twelve Years a Slave. But it seems I was a minority in the melanated community for knowing he existed before 12 Years. And I would not join in and criticise him. I’m a fan. While I like the Lovers’ Rock film the least, I can still appreciate its cinematic value and artistic intent. It looked beautiful. All SM’s films do. While the topics can be nauseating and depraved, he still manages to bring beauty to the picture. Marlon was right about the age divide. My thirty-year-old daughter loved the film and if she was tuned into Champs, she would have described how she found the cinema direction particularly masterly and how the long, continuous shots carried the story forward seamlessly.

The quiz on Kahoot is crazy. The questions are crazy. The quizmaster is crazy. The players are crazy. The quizmaster has no qualms about calling us stupid when we get answers wrong and the players give back as good as they get. But it’s never mean, or nasty. There’s a friendly, grown-up and caring attitude that dominates the banter. I’ve played the quiz twice now. The first time I came 12th out of 14. Last night I was 10th. Give me a few more weeks and I’ll rise like the phoenix, wait and see!

Joseph the host and Gemi the quizmaster are just perfect for their roles. Joseph has a warm and welcoming disposition, always polite and ever the gentleman. Gemi, on the other hand, likes to prank about and doesn’t mind calling his players a name or two. On my first visit, I gate-crashed on Pinky’s link – she was visiting me. When she turned the camera onto me and introduced me, I’m sure it was Gemi who said, “Oh, look! She’s got a squatter in her house!” All I could do was burst into laughter. Pinky was embarrassed, I’m not sure about whom – him or me? But I wasn’t. I knew why he’d said that. I was wearing a beanie, to cover up most of my long-overdue-for-a-touch-up hair, a baggy, old jumper and baggy, old track bottoms and NO make up at all. Not at all visually appealing compared to my mate Pinky and other members who always made an effort to present themselves well for Champs. I can’t do that. I’m too lazy to dress up to watch tele in my living room. So to avoid lowering the tone, I log in with the video off.

Champs is a great way to spend the evening during these minimum contact times. It’s also a great formula for interactive television. Coming from the Mother continent, I think it’s a great way for the Diaspora to connect with their people around the world. I can imagine a day when Champs has American viewers, Gambian viewers, Trinidadian viewers. That’d be somethin’. The only worry I have is what will happen to the intimacy between presenters and members when it blows? And I am so sure it will grow into a ‘once you’re in, you’ll want to stay in’ vibe. So don’t miss out, check Champs & Giggles now before it’s too huge for your name to be announced on your arrival.

Fridays from 7:30pm. See you there!

Zulu Return Takes Top Prize at Hip Hop Oscars

Producer gugulethu’s directorial debut, Zulu Return, which stars Afrika Bambaataa, has won Best Film at the Hip Hop Film Festival (South Africa) 2020 G.O.A.T. Awards.

Aka Hip Hop Oscars, the event was due to take place at Wits University in Joburg, but was held virtually because of the global #lockdown on Sunday 31 May.

Zulu Return tells the story of Afrika Bambaataa’s first trip to kwaZulu in 2016, the land of the people who inspired him to create the Universal Zulu Nation.

The trip is threatened soon after preparations and filming begin when a 51-year-old man accuses Bambaataa of sexual abuse thirty-five years ago, but because of New York’s statute of limitations, this accusation can never be tested in court.

Rather than conform to conventional wisdom and wind up the project, gugulethu decides to adopt Zulu methods to tackle the accusations and take Bambaataa to a sangoma or oracle in Durban for some answers.

“I’m so excited about winning this award! The validation is so life-giving after a long and lonely journey to get to the finish line,” says producer/director gugulethu.

“Festival director C.R. Capers is simply wonderful! I’m so grateful to her for seeing worth in Zulu Return and I look forward to the end of the lockdown so a few of us can travel to New York in August.”

The New York leg of Hip Hop Film Festival 2020 takes place from 6 to 9 August 2020 and will showcase winners from East, West and South Africa and Europe festivals.

@ZuluReturnFilm – Twitter and Instagram Zulu Return – Facebook

Watch the G.O.A.T. Awards on Facebook.

DEMIMA: ALT.FRQNC ALL NEW CONFIDENCE

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It happened. Last night DemiMa launched the ALT.FRQNC Extended Play to a steamy full house in Hoxton, east London. Watching it from my room in Durban thanks to iPhone and FaceTime technology,  it’s hard not to notice how attentive the London audience is. Nobody speaks while she serves. Noone coughs. Everyone in the room is there to receive all that high priestess DemiMa has to offer in music, poetry and weirdly alluring soundscapes.

And what an offering she serves out. Even through my small iPhone 5 screen, thousands of miles away, I too am captivated as DemiMa’s dazzling afro-futuristic soundscapes take us on a journey rich in colour and suspended in timelessness and space.

She appears like a crimson lady-of-the-forest in autumn, her long branch-like locks without their usual colourful adornment, hang around her shoulders like the Crown of the original Lady Liberty. Her bare, well-toned midriff reveals DemiMa’s sacred…

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DEMIMA: ALT.FRQNC ALL NEW CONFIDENCE

It happened. Last night DemiMa launched the ALT.FRQNC Extended Play to a steamy full house in Hoxton, east London. Watching it from my room in Durban thanks to iPhone and FaceTime technology,  it’s hard not to notice how attentive the London audience is. Nobody speaks while she serves. Noone coughs. Everyone in the room is there to receive all that high priestess DemiMa has to offer in music, poetry and weirdly alluring soundscapes.

And what an offering she serves out. Even through my small iPhone 5 screen, thousands of miles away, I too am captivated as DemiMa’s dazzling afro-futuristic soundscapes take us on a journey rich in colour and suspended in timelessness and space.

She appears like a crimson lady-of-the-forest in autumn, her long branch-like locks without their usual colourful adornment, hang around her shoulders like the Crown of the original Lady Liberty. Her bare, well-toned midriff reveals DemiMa’s sacred geometry signature tatt in between a sleeveless top and a long, elegant Afrikan queen skirt. Another exquisite Charli Cohen design.

The form-fitting scarlet apparel accentuates DemiMa’s delicate femininity to perfection and reveals a new confidence in Charli Cohen’s ability to capture the soundscape artist’s Anglo-Zulu and afro-futurism personalites. Did Charli Cohen design this outfit especially for tonight’s event? It is aptly special.

DemiMa enters the full room to ALT. FRQNC’s intro track Palo Santo creating a wave of cheers as she approaches the stage. In a tall chair with her sonic machinery in front of her, Lady Liberty holds a mic in one hand, and taps into her tech with the other as she delivers Calm Suite next, without interruption. DemiMa has the audience enthralled. Nobody dares to move as the audience listens intently to the re-creation of her songs live.

Accompanied by DemiMa’s two collaborators on ALT.FRQNC, Steam Down’s Lorenz Okello-Osengor on keys and DemDrums triggering his awesome production, the performance is an extended seduction that ends all too quickly, leaving us wanting more from this earth-goddess-led trio.

When she does pause to greet the audience just before she renders In Mind, I raise a glass to Steve Jobs as loud exclamations in a room in London, UK can be heard from a room in Durban up a small street along South Africa’s east coast. I give a fleeting thought to my neighbours before I also break the spell with a loud “yho! you go girl!”

“Shout out to all the South Africans in the room,” says DemiMa, and my exclamations are drowned out by the group of compatriots who could make it to the east London gig.

DemiMa presents a new all-round confidence as she enchants the responsive audience during and in-between songs. Switching between her Anglo-Zulu personalities, she is clearly enjoying herself on stage. Her strong, sharp delivery of Freequency and Super Nova reveal a more self-assured and playful artist whose  ebullience is eagerly soaked up by the ravenous crowd (and me).  We’ve waited a while for this. Yes. It was definitely worth the wait.

When the final and my favourite track on the EP starts, the uneasy reminder of the show coming to an end, is overpowered by an urge to dance with the priestess. Wish You Were Here has me singing “Wish I Was There!”’ as I stare at the room moving in harmony to DemiMa’s beat.

“Sondela! Sondela! We want Sondela!”

Nobody moves when the end of the show is announced.

“I was expecting that,”

DemiMa laughs as she calls out to the audience to accompany her with Sondela, giving us another chance to enjoy her single featuring London talent, Emmavie.

I always wonder how it feels to have a crowd know the words to your music? I hope that this gifted young woman from south London also feels reenergised when a room full of people in east London is able to sing her chorus.

The crowd still wants more and remains standing patiently until a man from the back bravely shouts out,

“Go on, sing another song!

“I wasn’t expecting that!”

 But she obliges again with a haunting rendition of the Super Nova bridge. The spell was cast. We’re all in. DemiMa’s debut EP was launched with a blinder last night. She has it. Whatever it is. She definitely has it. Or maybe she is it.

ALT. FRQNC is out now.

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26 Nov 2019

 

Temporary Victory for BREXITers?

via Daily Prompt: Temporary

Right now the upcoming UK elections, set by prime minister Theresa May for 8 June, are on most people’s minds. I think that while Theresa thought a snappy election would give her an easy victory over Labour Party leader, Jeremy Corbyn, it will in fact, prove to be her downfall, making her sojourn as prime minister just that, a temporary affair.

The sad thing for me as a woman about routeing against Theresa May is that I’m a Womanist, with the strong belief that if women ran the World, things would be less maniacal. Unfortunately T.M. (same initials as ™) espouses all the characteristics of this testosterone-driven sham of the global corporate elites’ system we’re forced to live under.

The latest news today, is that ™ and her colleagues plan to undo the ban on fox hunting that the Labour Party brought about, which would make the current peace enjoyed by foxes only a temporary one. The plans she pursues for the NHS make it clear that the Toryrists (new term for Tories from Twitter) believed all along that the NHS was only a temporary system that they would destroy when the time was right.

It’s thought that the main reason Theresa called a snappy election however, is to ensure that her BREXIT victory remains. I’ve only recently learned that the referendum on whether to leave or remain in the EU was an advisory one, rather than a binding one. Another referendum should be held to confirm that Brits definitely want out.

Theresa hopes that by securing her role as prime minister, she and her Leave supporters will avoid the temporary victory it may well turn out to be. The Remainers hope that by getting rid of her and her party on June 8, they will soon look back to that time when for a brief moment, it looked like Britain was pursuing a lonely, self-defeating path.

Jeremy Corbyn or JC (same initials as Jesus Christ) is looked upon as the saviour that will put things right when he steers the helm.  As a temporary person passing through, I’m neither for nor against Britain’s EU membership. If I were given a vote, I would probably go with the EXITers for personal post-colonial-child reasons.

We like JC. He says the right things and appears trustworthy. His victory would bring the type of euphoria that Britain has not experienced since Tony Blair first became leader, however temporary that euphoria was after TB (same initials as a deadly disease) revealed himself.

I do wish that my premonition misses not about Theresa May’s sojourn as leader of Britain. For the sake of the majority of the population and the animals she’s thinking about bringing back to ruin, she really has to go. It’s up to JC to save his country, his people and the foxes!

it's time 4 JC

Durban woman shows ABSA the finger

A Durban woman won a surprise victory in Durban’s High Court against ABSA/Barclays Bank on Thursday 23 February 2017. The woman, who wishes to be known only as “gugulethu”, managed to block the big bank’s bid to get its hands on her late mother’s house after a series of appearances in the High Court dating back to 2013.

“I feel like I’ve done ten rounds with Henry Cooper and left him on the floor,” smiles an excited gugulethu after the case. “I knew there were still honest judges around. And the presiding judge, J Radebe,  is definitely one of the rare ones.”

The case was brought by the firm Velile Tinto & Ass who were claiming nearly R160,000 from the estate of gugulethu’s late mother who died in 2008.

“The first I knew of an outstanding debt was when we received sheriff’s papers in early 2013 from Velile Tinto, who claimed they were acting for ABSA,” says gugulethu. This seemed fishy to her because ABSA itself had never sent a bill to the family. gugulethu suspected that the law firm was in fact a debt collecting agency that had bought the debt.

“I smelt a rat because I knew that the bank would have taken out a life insurance policy on the debt. All businesses have to have insurance, and a house bond is quite a risky venture, especially in South Africa where the mortality rate is higher than in developed countries,” says gugulethu.

gugulethu entered into email correspondence with Velile Tinto’s representative and asked for the contract between her mother and the bank as proof of debt. Her strategy was to  appeal to the bank to let her take over the remainder of the bond and pay it off monthly. She could not settle in one go and did not want to sell the family home in Durban, either.

After much to-ing and fro-ing over emails, ABSA eventually wrote to say that the building that had housed the contract had been burned down in 2009 or thereabouts and the contract no longer existed. gugulethu knew that this was significant but did not know what to do next.

She had no idea how to go about getting the bank to drop its claim. She could not afford lawyers’ costs. So she waited for the bank’s next move.

“I knew that in a real court the contract is queen, and so I thought that as they’d admitted in writing that the contract was lost, they would drop their case.”

But instead, ABSA’s lawyers decided to pursue the case. Several months later, the court summons arrived.

“When the summons arrived, I was petrified. My mother bequeathed the house to my three brothers and me. It wasn’t just my inheritance I was gambling with by standing up to ABSA, my brothers stood to lose out too if we lost,” she admits.

“My brothers thought we should sell the house and pay off the debt, but I thought we needed to have a family home. And I had nowhere else to live, having spent most of my adult life outside of South Africa.”

The summons contained a “dummy” contract as proof of debt, which ABSA’s lawyers claimed was the standard mortgage contract.

“I looked up the word ‘dummy’ and the definition that stuck was that it meant counterfeit or sham. That’s exactly what I thought of the contract and the entire legal application,” continues gugulethu.

As the court date drew closer, and uncertain about her chances in the high court, gugulethu decided to make a settlement offer to ABSA the day before the first court appearance.

“I made an offer of half the requested amount, with no idea where I’d get the money from if they accepted,” says gugulethu.

But Velile Tinto’s representative, Sonica Viljoen, turned down the offer within minutes by email. What followed were various court appearances over several months, mainly about procedure, with the judges ordering that gugulethu present her case in the manner understood by legal professionals.

All the demands seemed to be a way of dismissing her, she thought, but in hindsight she accepts that the judges actually helped her to make her case without giving Adv D Ramdhani, who was representing ABSA, the opportunity to win on a mere technicality.

“Judge Radebe was really patient with me in court. He’s restored my faith in our judiciary. The first judge, an Indian woman whose name I did not obtain, made it clear from the start that she was prepared to take bank statements from Ramdhani as proof of contract. I cried foul to her statement and prayed we would not get her again,” remembers gugulethu.

After finding various articles on the Internet about banks’ mortgage corruption and then an article about the personnel at Durban High Court itself being corrupt, gugulethu tried to contact the one lawyer in South Africa who had made a name from tackling bank fraud, Adv D Shaw, for advice. She failed to get through on any of his contact details.

In September 2015 Adv Ramdhani threw in the towel and asked for an adjournment sine die. gugulethu knew this was a victory of sorts but the sine die qualification kept her worried. What she really wanted now was for the case to be dismissed with costs for good.

Another summons arrived in mid 2016 subsequent to an email received from Viljoen that stated that the contract with her mother’s signature had been found. Viljoen had scanned the “contract” and had emailed it to gugulethu.

“I was intrigued. So they had actually found the contract? What had all the nonsense about a fire been about? And why had they sent through a dummy contract? I rushed to the signature page of the 1.5 page “contract””.

But the page only contained her mother’s signature, not the bank representative’s. Spaces had been made for Witnesses’ signatures, but they had not been signed. gugulethu sent a quick note back to Viljoen saying she knew what a contract was. She thought this would be the last attempt by the law firm and she settled down to enjoy the end of year holidays.

Sometime in September 2016 however, a huge 154- page document arrived from VT. With all the evidence from the previous hearings, including emails between VT’s Viljoen and gugulethu. It seemed like a last-ditched attempt to prove their case.

“The only problem was, there was still only my mum’s signature on their “contract”. They had also furnished statements allegedly of my mum’s account, probably in response to the Indian judge who’d said statements were also proof of contract. But the statements started in 2012 – my mother had died in 2008. What had happened in the four subsequent years?”

gugulethu chose to ignore the 154 page document. About six months later a summons was left at the gate of her home stating a set down date of 23 February 2017. With no idea of what ‘set down’ meant at the time, gugulethu visited the Master of the Court on the 22nd of February for advice.

There she overheard two African female assistant masters discussing a case being  “set down” and asked one of them what was meant by the term.

“She told me it meant court hearing and then she listened to my story and sent me to the most experienced member of their team, Mr Willie Ollewagen, the Deputy Master. He confirmed that he was indeed the most knowledgeable master in house, having spent 27 years in his department. I felt relieved, thinking if anyone could help, it was him”.

Instead of helping, however, Ollewagen scolded gugulethu for not hiring a lawyer to deal with this case, and for not winding up her mother’s Estate. They did not see eye-to-eye at all and she left the Master of the Court offices with a sour taste. But she was glad that she had found out that she would have to prepare for the following day’s hearing.

Accompanied only by her friend, Oliver Haas of The Jazzy Rainbow, (she had not dared to tell her brothers about the hearing in case she lost),  gugulethu arrived in court too late to deliver her paperwork to the Judge. She was advised to give it to the judge when ABSA’s case was called out. It was the last on the cause list.

“The long and the short of it, is that ABSA’s Adv Ramdhani “uhmmed and ahhed” but completely failed to make a convincing case,” states gugulethu. “Judge Radebe gave him a long enough rope and even I thought he was playing fast and loose with the law as he made the most ludicrous argument.”

When he realised he was losing, Ramdhani asked gugulethu and the judge for another adjournment sine die, but this time gugulethu was clued up enough to oppose it. The judge agreed with her.

gugulethu won the case because Judge Radebe agreed with her that a “dummy” contract was not a contract, that a piece of paper with only one signature does not a contract make and that bank statements could not substitute for a contract. After giving his deliberations, the judge ordered that the case be dismissed with costs. gugulethu and her friend Oliver were overjoyed.

“We left an unprepared and confused-looking Adv Ramdhani speechless in the court room. It was a well-earned victory, but it’s still not over. I still don’t have the title deeds to my mother’s house and until we have those in our possession, we can’t relax. But for now, we’re overjoyed. Our inheritance has been saved. Our home is secure.”