PHOTOGRAPHY BY: T. HAMESE
KHUMBULA SA’PHILA
Khumbula lives on…… as Khumbula we decided we needed some time to reconsider what we have to offer to our audience in this fast digital sphere we live in and it took us quite some time to get our mojo and we feel this just might be it. so to our old followers apologies are in order and salutes for the loyalty, for our new followers ‘The Africa you don’t see on tv is back on screen’.
Photography by: T. Hamese
STREET STYLE FEAT. ANDILE BIYANA
Combing these streets for inspiration via the wardrobes of strangers is the name of the game, running into people like Andile Biyana is what I call a home run. As interesting and complex as menswear is, I find womenswear intriguing in terms of boundaries and limitless it is to experimenting. Many will quickly label Andile’s style as “vintage”, as loosely as that label is used it’s really an intricate play on pattern and drape, simplicity conveyed with a strong pinch of confidence. I love Andile’s approach to her wardrobe, and her personality doesn’t stray too far from amazing.
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Street Bullies
Street Bullies

Our story will forever remain in down town galleries, no matter how much they want to bully us to become mainstream funky slaves. We vow to stand by our not so bright history and we pledge to embrace all the four corners of our slams open heartily. no matter how much they spend on their urban renewal projections, our story will forever resonate with the forbidden culture of down town cartels .because for some of us that’s where we were conceived and raised. As for our parents their story remains untold and their dreams remains in the under ground mine dumps, that’s just the way it is and things will never be the same , cause we are the new generation filled with uncapped ambitions. We understand the meaning of hope and perseverance even though my papa was a rolling stone and when he died , all he left us was Johannesburg with it’s under ground gems, all this gave me hope to stand up and claim my spot during this era of industrial pop stars and make something out of my life . it’s sad how you all like sad stories of 24 slave’s and all that jazz but still reluctant to dance to your own insecurities as an individual .
As a collective we decided to celebrate the insecurities of living in the city of Gold with our latest series of photographs titled Street Bullies.
we collaborated with like minded, people who once experienced the terror and the joy of walking this street of our complex city. Joburg is famous for it’s one night stand affairs and all that jazz. Since we all know that only the fit survive in the city of gold and it’s an environment manifested with bible freaks who always look away when shit runs on my street, how sad that people only twit and face-book my story with Joburg for prime time ratings, they only come down town to scout for intersextions manu-scripts, they do not care about those street bullies who always Boko_Harama us for no particular reason . #BRING-BACK-OUR-GOLD, to all those street bullies who spill unnecessary blood and all those hypocrite who endorse the harsh realities of down town sectarians in the name of chasing dreams. We call unto you to help us make Joburg a better place to live in. From all of us at Khumbula we pledge to make Joburg a safe place to live in , since it’s the only home we know. Always remember that your story remains with you and only you can change the current scene.
Created by: #Khumbula
Featuring: #SthembisoMngadi, #BukhosiNyathi, #NicolaCooper #BambathaJones, and #BrightKanye
#CityOfJohannesburg, #Khumbula, #Crime, #Joburg, #Style,
City of Accra

Mr Gebhardt instilling some sophistication in #Accra, #Ghana
With Photographer’s:
Quincy Koranteng and Lensman Muel
#Africa, #Khumbula, #Ghana, #louxthevintageguru, #L.I.A, #SuitGame

#WindhoekExpress gracing #Accra
check him out on his tumblr page http://www.louxthevintageguru.tumblr.com
Black History Tribute
Lest we forget, lest we ever forget
Blood bleeds from our own hands.
Lest we live with regrets, live bitter regret
Blood on the leaves, seeps into the land
Seeds fed on the sweat of black brows
Blood bled from fallen angels on ominous clouds
Gaves whitewashed they forgot
But black history marched on
Stained and ingrained in mind from hand
So much we overcame, so few understand
Lynched.
Burned.
Murdered.
Buried and forgotten in shallow graves
Chained and enslaved
A little change makes it all stay the same
New chains, economic new slaves
Graves whitewashed they forgot
But black history kept on marching on
Sophisticated slavery and invisible shackles
The war wages on, battle after battle
How will you experience emancipation
When the mansion you lust for,
was built on the damned plantation
Graves whitewashed they forgot
But black history keeps marching on.
Anthony Bila
























