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A Brief Commentary On Street Food

I stood still, and refused to move, as my travel companions insisted on eating at the nearest MacDonald’s. At the time, I wasn’t able to articulate, or provide a minimally substantive argument as to why we should settle for the street dumplings, let alone that couple’s generous offer of local beer.

Their argument was valid.

We know MacDonald’s. We know what it tastes like. We know how it’s made.

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Photo Essay: Maputo’s Oldest Bazaar

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I distinctly remember having my hand pulled through the wet aisles of Maputo’s Central Market. The conglomeration of scents from sea foods, spices and sweat; the young boys employed by their customer’s lack of care (for you had to pay someone to keep your goods from getting stolen), and finally racing through the corridors with no time to truly contemplate the existences that brought life to a sleepless market.

Last week, I visited the Market for the first time in 4 years.

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Deconstructing Danger In Johannesburg’s CBD

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Johannesburg – Central Business District (JHB-CBD) has been cursed with a bad reputation since the dawn of South Africa’s democracy, in 1994. Then, the  Gold capital  and a hub of African migration as well as rich Afro-centric imagination; Today, one of the  world’s most dangerous cities  to live and work in Africa. And of course, one wonders, what kind of human beings live there?

Reclaiming An Unequal Space

During the years of Apartheid, Johannesburg catered for the ambitions and dreams of those who came from all over the world for business. Its bustling streets smelt like perfumes, with sophisticated hotels and restaurants that awakened one’s hunger for sexual transactions in Fox and Marshall Street.

Today, you get a sense of an abandoned prosperity – as the city is not flourishing like it used to. We forget that these past flourishing moments came at the exclusion of Africans. Today, when Africans have taken ownership of the city — it is called  ‘dangerous’  and ‘ dirty’ . The exclusion of Africans from the urban composition of the city in the past has lead to present perceptions and generalizations of ‘danger’ in the city;

it appears that the presence of Africans in the city was never expected.

Does living in a space that was engineered for the ascension of Apartheid imply that one must conform to the ways of this space? There has been an increasing negative narrative – lambasting the reputation of the JHB-CBD – because it is not what it used to be. 

Poverty is visible in every corner of the city: you find  Amandla Muti Shop  trading a street from  Anglo American , or people begging their lives into mere existence, yet ignored.

It is irrefutable that in JHB-CBD, as an unequal space, there exists insecurities. We, as humans, reduce the value of a space as soon as it causes us discomfort. We easily disregard that other human beings are capable of regeneration. The previously excluded now have the opportunity to redefine their space and institute their ways of living in a manner that is inclusive and re-conciliatory.  

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