Simply Philile

A few weeks ago, my friend and I were chatting, as usual, about our relevance in the world - our individual purposes other than self-preservation. Our chat brought us to Black Consciousness where he said, “ Is Black Consciousness dead? My friends are just all about sex drugs and rock 'n roll... maybe you should write something around this topic to probe some of the questions about our role as young Africans”.   He threw this in as we parted ways and it left me really wondering. Me? Write about Black Consciousness? What do I know about Black Consciousness? Well I’ve always known that it’s associated with; the late and legendary Steve Biko of “Black man you’re on your own” and “I write what I like” fame, early days of Drum Magazine, Sophiatown, renowned   Apartheid-era journalist Can Themba – basically about taking pride in being black.   Of course I know what the Black Consciousness movement advocated for but how do I relate to it, if at all? ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie (as ...

It's taken me a while to post something here, not because I didn’t have the content, but mainly because I struggled to settle on a suitable topic for what I've been meaning to post. I thought, “Should it be ‘love is a serious mental disease?’ Nah! Maybe it should be ‘Who’s fooling who?’ Nah!…”        Anyway this topic was for this ‘letter’ that I share with you today-received from one of the people who read my blog. I share with you the thoughts of a young man (let’s call him Max) dealing with the complexities of the emotional side of life, centred around the female-male relationship. I hope you find his thoughts as provoking as I do. I present to you Max.      Judas - By Max        I've been conducting an experiment for the past 15 years or so...unfortunately there is no poetic way to put forward my conclusion without offending enough people. First Sin and its biggest victim It has always bothered ...