volume four

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Sunraise is "a space where artists and businesses unite to raise awareness and funds for social ills. Our current action is for university students currently displaced, unable to graduate and awaiting funding through activations and events."

A group of protestors, predominantly women, gathered at night, with one woman holding a cardboard sign that reads 'STOP PRICING US OUT!!' and raising a fist symbol. The woman in the center has braided hair, appears to be speaking into a microphone or headset, and is surrounded by other women expressing strong emotions.

Thero Makepe

Thero Makepe was born in 1996. He was born and raised in
Gaborone, Bostwana. Currently, he lives between Gaborone, Cape
Town and Johannesburg.

It’s Not Going to Get Better is crafted as a response to a wave of global electoral fever. 2024 was a year that saw more than 100 countries, and approximately half of the world’s population, heading to national polls. Focusing on the Botswana General Elections, Makepe interprets the tenor on the ground of a country that is often held as the poster child of a peaceful African democracy. Despite promises of freedom and opportunity, in this late-capitalist moment, the lead-up to the election seemed bleak.

A woman wearing glasses and a patterned blouse standing on a balcony with a construction site in the background.
A woman in a white lab coat standing on a dirt road, observing a large plume of black smoke rising in the distance in a dry, sparsely vegetated landscape.

Learning the Alphabets

Yanga Gceya

Today we were learning the alphabets in class

We began

A is for angst, anguish or even anxiety

The teacher then explained that the B in sound in Biphobia is the same as the one in Bible

C is not to be confused with quarter life crisis but is indeed crises 

 and the same in cry… 

As for the D in dopamine, he only comes once in a while 

In the form of dread, dead friends and the ever so soothing smell of sniffed or burnt things

E is the ecstasy you feel on a ride to F

Fuck fuck fuck these 20s 

And G for God’s sakes, why is there so much H- homophobia?

I I I is an affirmation not to be swallowed whole by the joy of the J

The same that evades you on dim lit dance floors

Or on a Sunday night before the K

Handwritten text on paper that says 'GOD IS IN MY DNA' in black ink.
Handwritten note saying 'Playing chicken with God' on a white background.

Kayo-Fay Tilley

artist

Handwritten words on paper say: 'SNAP CRACKLE AND POPPERS' with some smudges and shadows.

Jojo’s Photos

Black and white photo of a woman in a strapless dress smiling and talking to two women, one with curly hair and another with glasses, while they laugh.

Jonathan Inglis is a 20-year-old photographer, born and raised in the woods of Pietermaritzburg. He is currently in his third year of a Bachelor of Arts degree at UCT, majoring in Screen Production and Film studies. 

For a year now he has captured local artists, as well as his social and natural environment, and doesn’t show signs of stopping. Jojo is inspired by the potential that a photograph holds to capture not just what is seen, but also what is felt. This has contributed to the emotional depth found in his photographs, no matter what space he is in.

A band of musicians playing instruments in a dark room illuminated by dim lamps, with a moon decoration visible overhead.

the frantic search for community
in a new place

Steff Malherbe

Moving to a new continent has been wonderful and challenging in so many ways. My mind has pretty much felt like a piece of clothing in a washing machine since I arrived; spinning around and around, struggling to grasp onto anything for too long. Which has been pretty great to be honest; I haven’t really felt homesick yet, but at the same time, I feel like the move here is not permanent. I am in a kind of dream state, living a life that isn’t mine. However, the one thing that has managed to ground me in Bristol, has been my frantic search for community.

passion gaps
N1 laps
consider yourself in gold.
the northern chambers lispy air
choking on hate so old.
dried grass
the cops pass
‘jou poes’ etched in wood.
clipped feathers
family tethers
we’d fly if only we could.
father who
father what
Godless chamber of spite.

sky blue citi golf

Jaydon Murray

Oil painting of three people sleeping on a bed on the left and a woman lying among flowers and bees on the right.
A painting of a person sleeping with an arm behind their head, next to a still life of vegetables and a melon on a dark background.

Fanie Buys

artist

A painted artwork of a nude man with tattoos standing with hands behind his back, wearing a ruffled white collar, and another painting of a person's leg and foot, seen from behind, on a dark background.

What are these ideas? It’s a free association game with female character actresses and homosexual ephemera. For myself, and a lot of gay men, there is a tendency to inhabit a feminine role as a means of self-expression: whether its to empower, protect, or avoid ourselves. In many ways that’s also been the role of portraiture historically. These works use painting as a genre to consider a contemporary gay sensibility through images: Julianne Moore and PrEP, cowboys and oranges, Anna Nicole Smith’s concerned eyes  and a douche bulb.

 

In some respects this is very much tied to my own sense of self, but because of the way media informs society, that sense of self is tied to so much external noise: through images. When that sense of self is transgressive, the images become a secret language, in my case the language of camp. The works use images (and titles) as witty rejoinders charmingly delivering concerns about self worth, gender, and having it all in the 21st century.

On Choking and Revenge

Why do men like choking women? What is this strange interplay between sex and power? What does it say about our society, about how women are taught to please and men are taught to take? Are our desires even our own—or are they just porn-soaked projections of patriarchal bullshit?

Maybe some of it is internalized misogyny. But here’s the truth: even if I know that, even if I understand that intellectually and politically… I still want it.

K Wilde

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Sun Raise:

Where Creativity Meets Crisis

Sun Raise, led by North North Social Club’s (NNSC) Andrea Davids and Operation Khataza’s own Lois Flandorp, held its first event on the closed Breë Street on Sunday, the 16th of March. Sun Raise activated the street, hosting Slam City’s open mic poetry and various comedians from the Cape Town comedy collective That’s Not Funny. QR codes to donate to the cause were plastered on every possible surface, and cardboard boxes collected material donations for students in need. Gina Levi offered group drawing lessons and sold their artwork alongside Lyrique Adams and Lerato’s Ferniture, while Zizipho Bam and Thandiwe Nqanda sold and performed their soul-stirring poetry. All the money raised was donated to students in need of funding.

Ashley Allard

A woman in a wide-brimmed hat and light-colored clothing appears to be speaking to a group of people outdoors, with some sitting at tables in the background.
People gathered on a city street corner with colorful fabric laid out on the ground; a young girl skateboarding with an adult, three others chatting near a nearby restaurant.
Two men are on a stage outdoors, one speaking into a microphone, the other listening. Behind them are paintings on easels, a large umbrella, and a sign that reads "DE OUDE SCHUUR 120 BREE STREET." One man is wearing glasses and a white t-shirt with colorful graphics, the other is wearing a black shirt and colorful hat with dreadlocks.
A woman with a green sun hat, glasses, and a white shirt is reading a colorful book into a microphone outdoors. There are two other women nearby, one looking at her phone. Trees, cars, and a city street are visible in the background.

Anaphor for a Reckoning

Beth Rowley

I wish I could remember your mandorla eyes,

your crescent nose and, just beneath,

your lips shaping the soft air in Serena,

then your jaw, an exquisite line –

your face was a sacred geometry and

your body a map of Africa. I wish I could remember

Ayandamacirha Kanise is a polymathic artist whose work spans photography, film, television, and live performance. His photography, rooted in documentary with elements of contemporary imagery, explores the unsaid—uncovering the layers of African life beyond colonial and external narratives. Influenced by his love for visual arts, theatre, and motion picture, his work seeks to challenge dominant perspectives, offering raw and unfiltered portrayals of African identity, culture, and everyday existence.

By blending observational storytelling with an artistic sensibility, his images evoke a sense of intimacy and urgency, capturing the complexities of the world around him. His photography has been published in The Guardian, The Witness, BirdLife International, among other prestigious global publications, and he has co-curated exhibitions in esteemed galleries, contributing to the showcasing of internationally renowned artists from across the continent.

Ayandaamacirha Kanise

Diary entries, penned across the stillness of three Kramer evenings that stretched too long

Lufefe radebe

One day the Black Body with its inherent majesty, will no longer be a reference for subjugation, but a tenant of history– as it has always been. It will longer be one with oppression and silence but demand volume, drawing the world to its will. For this body we are talking about is not just a thing. Think of it from this said perspective: That this Black body is but a much more artful, violent, stubborn fire. A radical beating heart of the living. A true testament that we ought to seldom concern ourselves about tomorrow. Black people never know what tomorrow will look like for them. But we will be there. Blackness, is an animal of its own, mahn. A true testament that indeed, no force, no power, can ever extinguish its flame. We will rise on the Sun. 

Tanya Sternberg

artist

Colorful abstract rug with various geometric shapes and patterns, featuring black, white, red, blue, green, pink, and yellow colors on a white background.
Colorful abstract textile artwork with various geometric shapes and patterns in shades of red, pink, black, white, blue, and gray.
Colorful, abstract patterned woven rug with red, blue, black, gray, and white geometric shapes and designs.
Abstract colorful textile artwork with yellow, blue, orange, black, beige, and white geometric shapes and lines.
Colorful abstract rug with geometric shapes and bold colors like red, black, yellow, orange, and pink.

Sausage Food

Zubayr Charles

I realise now that it was 

a mistake; I should have never 

left my heart for you on the cutting 

board in your kitchen. 

As you returned from the bhai,

you left the top of the dutch-door 

open, inviting the cold air 

to dance around the flames

of your gas stove. 

You prepared our last meal, 

adding sugar to your braising onions. 

my heart was tearful, 

swelling in the process, 

imbibing your aroma.

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Stag Dance

Torrey Peters’ t4t tattoo, homemade estrogen and negotiating gender

"It’s arresting and unsettling. It is simultaneously unputdownable."

Tiaan Le Grange