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Mntase, have you seen the videos of Lewis spinning the race car in Nuwe York??

BUT NOW imagine him in a Gusheshe?!?!? at Kyalami!!!🤤 Yoh I hate F1 and whoever else is blocking Kyalami being put back on the roster😒

MNTASE WAIT OMGGGG

You have no idea what you’ve just created 😭 I’m going crazy just thinking about this 🤭

Nothing i hate more than this sport and the fact that they don’t rate Kyalami hurts my feelings 😔

Cape Town To Host Shay'imoto

The Mother City is set to host the 2024 edition of Red Bull Shay’iMoto! Following a short hiatus in 2023, Red Bull Shay’iMoto returns and is set to excite motorsport fans on 16 March 2024. The thrilling spinning competition will, for the first time, be hosted in the beautiful city of Cape Town at Canal Walk, Century City Boulevard as SA’s top spinners go Gusheshe-to-Gusheshe in pursuit of the…

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The Mother City is set to host the 2024 edition of Red Bull Shay'iMoto!

 Following a short hiatus in 2023, Red Bull Shay’iMoto returns and is set to excite motorsport fans on 16 March 2024. The thrilling spinning competition will, for the first time, be hosted in the beautiful city of Cape Town at Canal Walk, Century City Boulevard as SA’s top spinners go Gusheshe-to-Gusheshe in pursuit of the 2024 title. Applications closed on the 15th of January 2024. After…

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Katlego Bereng Biography, Age, Wife, Career, Cause of Death

Katlego Bereng, a 30-year-old man from Bloemfontein, South Africa, went missing in April 2022, leading to a heartbreaking journey for his family to locate him. Tragically, his burnt body was discovered in Thabo Bester's cell after Bester's escape from the Mangaung Correctional Centre. In this article, we will explore the biography of Katlego Bereng, the circumstances surrounding his untimely demise, and his connection to Thabo Bester. Katlego Bereng, who was born in South Africa, was 30 years old when he went missing in April 2022. His father, Batho Mpholo, resides in Tembisa, while his mother lived in Bloemfontein, where Katlego stayed with his grandmother. Batho expressed his devastation upon learning about his son's death, stating that his heart was shattered, and Katlego's mother, Monica, was in a state of shock. Concerns about Katlego's well-being arose when he stopped responding to calls and messages. His absence on social media, which he usually frequented, raised further alarm. After failed attempts to reach him, Batho reported his son missing to the police. Unfortunately, in May 2022, Katlego Bereng's body was found burnt in Thabo Bester's cell at the Mangaung Correctional Centre. Reports from the Bloemfontein police suggested that Katlego collapsed in town due to substance abuse, leading to his death. However, the family vehemently denied these claims, as many details about his final hours remain unknown. Thabo Bester, a convict who had previously faked his death, escaped from prison in 2022. The body found in his cell, initially believed to be Bester's, turned out to be that of Katlego Bereng Mpholo. The revelation of the mismatched identities coincided with public outrage over Bester's alleged escape. Bester had been serving a life sentence for the defilement and murder of his former girlfriend, Nomfundo Tyhulu, as well as for robbing two other women in 2011. According to snippets from Katlego Mpholo's Facebook account, he had a partner named Thando Boleme and was a father to two children. He was an enthusiastic supporter of Bloemfontein Celtic and had a passion for fast cars, particularly the BMW Gusheshe Alpina. Conflicting police records emerged regarding the circumstances of Katlego's death. An autopsy report released in March 2023 revealed that he died from blunt-force trauma to the head. The report suggested that Katlego was presumed dead before the cell was set on fire, raising questions about the sequence of events. Following his escape, Thabo Bester eluded capture for almost a year until he was apprehended in Tanzania in March 2023. He was found in the company of Dr Nandipha, a South African medical doctor who was also on the run for alleged involvement in a fraud case. Dr Nandipha, a former employee of the Department of Health, was accused of submitting fraudulent invoices worth R1.2 million. While released on bail pending trial, she failed to appear in court, leading to a warrant for her arrest. News of their arrest in Tanzania sparked curiosity and speculation about their relationship and how they managed to escape. Some speculated that Dr Nandipha may have aided Thabo Bester's prison break, while others suggested a romantic involvement between the two. The Thabo Bester case has been complex, leaving many questions unanswered. The discovery of Katlego Bereng's body in Bester's cell has added further mystery to the situation. Read the full article

Cassper Nyovest Old Songs Download: List of All Cassper Nyovest Songs

Rick Ross Old Songs Download: List of All Rick Ross Songs

Earlier, we talked about the list of old songs by Burna Boy which was a very interesting topic. List of all old songs released by Cassper Nyovest Baby Girl Move for Me Good For That Destiny Tito Mboweni I Hope You Bought It Mama I Made It Summer Love Nokuthula Malome Gets Getsa Gusheshe To Whom It May Concern Joy I Wasn’t Ready For You Thoughts Angisho Guys Superman Who Got The Block Hot Push…

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EXCLUSIVE!! Frenzyoffixial, Bizizi & Kaygee Daking Drops “Gushehe” Video Behind The Scenes Photos & Video

EXCLUSIVE!! Frenzyoffixial, Bizizi & Kaygee Daking Drops “Gushehe” Video Behind The Scenes Photos & Video

Frenzyoffixial takes us behind the scenes of the video of his latest and hit song “Gushehe” which features South Africa’s Amapiano sensations, Bizizi & Kaygee Daking. “Gusheshe” is an Amapiano and Afrobeats single that, lyrically, speaks to the growing popularity of amaPiano as a sub-genre in house music and its infiltration into the South African dance club culture. The video was shot in Soweto,…

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The Photo Album.

I’ve been obsessed with taking pictures since I was 4. For real.

There’s lots of work out there expressing the need for photography in the words of talented artists within that field. They’re supported with award winning shots. There are YouTube interviews or Ted Talks about it. I haven’t read many of those, but the consensus has been the need to show life. Specifically, life in motion. There are economical reasons too. People will pay you big money to get some good snaps on their wedding day. There’s plenty of reasons why someone would pick up photography. None of the available reasons felt close enough to mine when people asked me, “Why do you like photography?”. No one is willing to believe that I just like pictures. They’re missing out on a lot of backstory and emotional context that I’ve never had the energy to share. Here I am now, sharing too much.

For as long as I can remember, my family has had a collection of photographs that visualise our timeline. There was the wedding album - the only evidence that my parents had a life before us. Anything that happened during their weddings is immortalised in that album. My mother’s peachy reception dress, my father’s sharp fade, the midnight black Gusheshe that escorted them to the venue, and my father’s face as he struggled to lift my mother in his arms. I know about everything that happened at those ceremonies from listening to my mother explain a picture in detail. Who was there, where the absent ones are, why that child is standing ahead of them at the church.

This principle applies to our lives too. The album where I - baby Zamatshezi - made my first appearance follows me well into my toddler years. A random visitor in our home with the opportunity to glance through our albums can watch me grow up right before their eyes, all because my parents made sure they never missed a moment. As a child, I never thought about it too deeply. I was conceited and enjoyed the documentation. Those were the golden times. With adolescence, came self-image issues. I was berated with body shaming from adults trying to tell me my eleven year old body was unhealthy and unappealing. Not in hidden messages, nor passive comments, just direct critiques to a child’s face. I’ve spoken about the impact those early years had on me and how they influence my perception issues to this day. If I speak again, I will scream. What I hardly speak of, is how this destroyed my love for pictures. I’d moved from being a child that rushed to be in front of a lens, to feeling disgusted at every picture I was in. Being thirteen is all about doing silly things with your friends and documenting all that foolishness. I spent thirteen trying to erase any physical or digital image that my body existed in primary school. Sometimes I forget how I looked in grade 5 and I can’t reach for a picture and jog my memory because of this decision I made when I still hated myself. My personal disdain didn’t stop me from loving photography. It merely pushed me behind the camera.

My father bought me a small Canon when I was in grade 6. He had given me something that enriched my world more than he knew. I documented everything I could. There was a time where I made a horror movie with a few friends using nothing but the school grounds, a creepy basement in my best friend’s house, and the scary atmosphere of the trees on your way to school. It was five minutes long and horrible. A24 reject. However, my home class teacher found it genius. Well, genius at our level. I get it now. At the bright age of twelve, we’d found a way to create a cinematic sample of our imagination. Inspirational stuff like that. That has formed the basis of my style of photography: life in motion pictures.

My favourite pictures are the ones where people didn’t see me or, for a short frame, they stop trying too hard to look posed. Those semi candid, natural snaps. I like those the most. This idea that in a snap image, you’re captured in a specific moment just being yourself and it always looks beautiful. It becomes a still frame in a cinematic sense. People do not understand how beautiful they look when they’re unaware. Awareness shows in pictures - I love working with people that come with angles and looks and are generous subjects. There’s simply a nostalgic element to those candids. Something that reminds me of those thick photo albums back home stacked with random, candid photographs. My parents weren’t positioning my toddler siblings and I into place to look picture ready. We were just being.

More than anything, I wanted to create my own collection that would one day be in my own photo album. Again, I documented as much as I could. Every picture I’ve taken since 2015 exists in living colour on my first laptop. My enthusiasm and skills were translated into a passion. I was quickly appointed the family photographer. A role that allowed me to do two things: control the shots that we got and avoid being a part of any. I was still hiding from the lens. In those years, I grew to be quite skilled. My eldest brother - who became my next greatest patron and supporter - brought me into the world of photography as an art form. A visual storytelling style that I had believed I was too amateur for. I hadn’t thought about making another film since that grade 6 production. At the time, my brother encouraged my efforts and assured me that I possessed all the skills of someone that could be great. I needed practice, patience, and a proper camera. Fast forward to my twenty-second birthday, I was gifted Artemis (a Canon 2000D; I like to name my possessions) from my brother and father.

Artemis has expanded upon my skills in more ways than I can count. Working with people I know, working with strangers, working with babies that cannot hear you - everything I’ve done with her so far has made me so much better than when I started. There are lows in our journey. For one, I have creative lulls where nothing feels quite good enough for me. I am my toughest critic; it’s really difficult to get my own seal of approval on things that I’m working on. I need a council to make a decision and that creative process often drains me. However, the days aren’t dark forever. Soon I snap out of it and I’m faced with my second problem. I’m running out of storage quickly. Like I said, the photo museum of my life between now and 2015 currently exists on my laptop. That, plus various digital junk that I’ve hoarded over the years. Recently, I had to spring clean my space and rid myself of the useless junk, but in the process I risked losing all these wonderful pictures I’ve been saving. Then it became a toss up, what was more valuable to me: the pictures or the memories? It was a tough choice because I feared the same thing would happen. I feared the absence of that physical proof would take away how I remembered it happening. It took me a while to think about. Then I realised the memories wouldn’t fade with the pictures. Nothing digital ever truly feels lost in our new tech fueled world. Instagram has watched me for over two years and those stories are a click away (still hate Instagram). I’m also relaxing more because living within the moment feels more important than capturing it. I can have an undocumented good time and it stay with me simply because it made me happy. I’m making peace with that fear while also dipping back into documenting myself on every available platform.

I’m in front of the camera, behind the camera, on the mic, on tape talking to people. I’ve really cemented my online visibility, but now without all the animosity about perception. I am allowing myself to be myself on the internet and in the open. The beauty and majesty that I see in the subjects of my photography is how I should see myself. I am life in motion picture. I need to remember the photos, but more importantly, I want to remember myself and where I was at in the photos. In short, that is my answer to the question. I like photography because we are beautiful people living in motion pictures and I want to remember that when I reach for a photo album sitting on my coffee table.

RIP Makazi Unathi, one of my favourite models. I'll always keep you in my heart and my photo album.

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