Pink Week, What A Great Affair, – Not so ‘Frivolous’ For Some

Published September 20, 2013 by Miss Pamstar

krSo Rainbow UCT had its annual flagship event where we celebrate sexual diversity and being proud of who we are as the LGBTI community on campus. With a range of events that took place throughout the week. After two amazing opening speeches from the acting Vice Chancellor Prof. Thandabantu Nhlapo and the SRC President Lorne Hallendorff. We had a candle light vigil that took place on Monday evening at the Graca lawns in lower campus, where we paid respect to all the LGBTI people who were brutally murdered because of their sexual orientation. The evening’s speaker was Ndumi Funda of Lulekisizwe and Naledi Raba graced us with a poem to close the vigil.

On Tuesday we had a stimulating conversation titled ‘Homosexuality is more African than Christianity’ in the panel we had a speaker from the religious studies department Dr. Annie Leatt, an Atheist Jacques Rousseau and a Reverend Rowan Smith. On Wednesday we had Triangle project gracing us with their presence and distributing safer sex packs and booklets. Later that evening we had a documentary screening from our very own favorite academic Dr. Zethu Matebeni titled ‘Breaking out of the box’. Thursday was a cherry on top for Pink week as we had a ‘Drag race’  with the ‘Diva’ Odidi Mfenyana and Johnny Deep form the Drag kings during meridian, with Rainbow UCT members cross dressed as part of the festivities. kr

And later that evening a controversial talk from Eusebius Mckaiser titled ‘Intersections: Race, Class and Sexual Orientation’. I must say, I was looking forward to the talk but I got very disappointed by the narcissistic and insensitive Mckaiser who stated that “When my friends and I and other middle class LGBTI people go to the Jhb Pride, we go there to look for potential husbands, shags or ben 10’s not for political reasons” Furthermore, McKaiser went on to say “Gay Pride is all about frivolity” right after he mentioned Simon Nkoli, what an insult! Mckaiser said all of this relating to what happened in Jhb pride in 2012 with one in nine members disrupting the parade to request a moment of silence for all the LGBTI people who were victims of hate crimes. I sat there in disgust as the arrogant of the pot belly man boasting to varsity students about being a middle class and frivolous.


Enough about ‘Mr. Frivolity’ and back to a successful Pink Week despite the ‘homophobic’ Cape Town weather. To close off this wonderful and productive week, the Rainbow UCT committee had planned an indoor picnic with board games. The purpose of Pink Week was served, we have educated people, we have raised funds, and we have united as UCT students in support and celebration of sexual diversity in our campus.

Check out our website and Facebook for pictures and videos for Pink Week 2013!


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Published August 22, 2013 by Miss Pamstar

imagesWoman’s Month is almost over to all you lovely women out there remember u are priceless, never let any one tell you any different. If you are in an abusive relationship WALK AWAY! you deserve better, yes love hurts but do not let it leave bruises!!!

Wet pillows at the hands of an abuser,

Whom you forgave the last time,

They beat your ass up.

SCREAMING! For help,

But no one is there to help your terrified ass,

All you hear is the voice of your “lover”

Ooops I did it again – I’m sorry baby.

Helpless you are,

As you depend on them,

Unaware you’re suffering because of them.

Your heart and body is bleeding,

You hate them!

Yet the love you claim to have for them keeps you.

Until when will you be the victim?

Love ain’t suppose to be like that,

When will you ever get tired of hearing…?

Ooops I did it again – I’m sorry baby.

You sit and cry alone,

Blaming yourself for the abuse,

Forgetting you’re the victim at the hands of the abuser

Whose breaking your heart and face with fists.

Speaking up is hard as the fists you receive,

All for…

Ooops I did it again – I’m sorry baby!

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Published August 2, 2013 by Miss Pamstar

download doorBehind closed doors people starve,
Behind closed doors people are killed.
Behind closed doors our mothers and sisters are abused
Physically, emotionally and sexually,
Behind closed doors children are raped and sodomised,
Behind closed doors teenage pregnancy multiplies,
Behind closed doors mothers pray for their promiscuous daughters and criminal sons,
Behind closed doors sisters sleep their way to the top,
Behind closed doors fathers sleep with girls our age and younger,
Behind closed doors families split,
Behind closed doors cousins sleep with cousins
Bese bathi umzala no mzala bazala indodana,
Behind closed doors abantu bayathakatha
Behind closed doors shit happens.
I love privacy but privacy happens behind closed doors,
I hate closed doors when there’s too much negativity attached to them,
There are no words to say
No words to convey the feelings I have for closed doors
What has this world come to?
People starve,
Women and children are not safe even in their homes
AIDS is fashionable within the youth
Teenage pregnancy is a norm nowadays
Discrimination towards homosexuals and foreigners will never end,
Because we enjoy a good laugh at the expense of someone else’s misery,
Behind closed doors I cried to God for safer closed doors
A positive message of truth entered my ear,
A message of hope is being released from my heart
And I am overwhelmed with dedication to do my part
All I ever wanted was to be what I once was unbounded
The creation of safer closed doors we will never enjoy
Coz the stigma attached to closed doors will never be erased
What are you doing to save victims of closed doors?
It was said that silence is golden,
But not when innocence souls are victimized
Speak up! Save yourself if you’re the victim
Speak up! Save someone else,
Let’s create safer closed doors for generations to come.



Published March 25, 2013 by Miss Pamstar


Trapped in the land of our ancestors

Trapped in the community of our fathers

Trapped in the life of pain, poverty and suffering

Trapped in the scary dreams of others

Trapped in the age of generation now

Trapped in the country of empty promises

Trapped in the in the world of apartheid, xenophobia and discrimination.

Fighting for freedom that seems not to come

Fighting for a brighter future that seems deem

Fighting for survival that seems impossible

Waking up with hope of a better tomorrow

Waking up with fear of being isolated

Waking up with evil thoughts of suicide

Struggling to make ends meet

Struggling, always reaffirming, always resuming the fight for survival

Often halting, loitering, straying, delaying, returning, yet following no other way

Then came a predetermined moment,

A moment in time of time,

A moment not out of time, but in time, what we call history

Transecting, bisecting the world of time

The moments of happiness not the sense of wellbeing

We have the experience but not the meaning

It still goes back to one thing

And one thing only.

There is no superior way to brand it

It is simple and straight forward

It’s life!

Unfair as it is we have to live it

Peculiar as it is we have to embrace it

There is only one way to conquer it

That is, to live it

No matter how bad you want to tag it

Trust me it’s livable!

Where can one go to survive?

Where is a country with no poverty, pain and suffering?

Imagine if life was perfect

Damn it would so monotonous!

Life with challenges is good for me,

It makes me stronger and wiser!

No matter how trapped I am – I’m going to live!



Published January 26, 2013 by Miss Pamstar

downloadOne cannot help but get sucked into the world of technology and the beauty or the indignity it has brought to mankind’s verbal communication. Social networks have broken down the true meaning of communication, while others may disagree and say it has expanded communication. I guess at this point we may have to agree to disagree. Internet bullying became popular at the dawn of social networks, in a way I guess it’s safe to say it all depends on the individual and how they use social networks and for what purpose.
Even so, one cannot turn a blind eye to the ever growing fetish of adults behaving like a bunch of high school girls who bully others to make themselves feel good about their flaws. Moreover, the growth of gossip groups on facebook to become popular at the expense of other people. I guess it is a vicious cycle to psychological disorders that cannot be acted in public because of the stigma attached to them, so now people choose social networks to vent out their anger about their failures and misfortunes. It is sad indeed that the networks that are created to connect us also have the power to divide us. It is all about choice at the end of the day, as to get sucked in for the good or the bad, but either way you have to watch your back and be mindful of what you share with the world because not everyone is happy about your successes, and not everyone is sympathetic to your pain and not everyone is supportive in your moments of failure.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE🙂 A little late i admit, but No Limits has not died and neither has its owner😛

Another South African lesbian murder

Published November 11, 2012 by Miss Pamstar

ImageA past couple of months I blogged about almost seven murders of LGBTI people, and today I find myself writing about yet another murder of a young lesbian woman in Cape Town. This morning (10/11/2012) I received a call from Ndumie Funda the founder and Director of Lulekisizwe a project that nurses, supports and feeds the lesbian bisexual and trans woman (LBT) in townships who are victims and survivors of “corrective rape”, whom I had just seen the day before and we were just talking about the current situation facing the LGBTI community in Cape Town especially in the townships. Funda sounded stressed and in shock over the phone when she asked me to get the word out about the murder of Sihle Skotshi (19) who was an active member of Lulekisizwe. Later I met up with Funda and  had an opportunity to interview the two survivors of the attack who were with Sihle when she died.

The attack and murder of the aforementioned victims happened last night (09/11/12) at around 11 at night in Cosovo an informal settlement in Phillipi Cape Town. The three young women were drinking at a nearby tavern when they ran out of money for alcohol. Sihle (the woman who died) asked one her friends to borrow her R50 so they can buy more alcohol, the friend agreed, but they had to go and get the money from the friend’s house who resides not far from the tavern where they were drinking. The three women left leaving another friend who is also a victim of “corrective rape” just a month ago and had not reported the rape, nor gone for medical checkup of sexual transmitted disease and pregnancy with the fear of the perpetrators receiving bail and going after her. On their way to fetch the money they passed a male who greeted them whom they know, but on their way back to the tavern that is when they were confronted by five or more males who were swearing at them and said “Ayo ndawo yenu le, yindawo yamaVura”-(this is not your place, it is amavura’s place) (Amavura is the gang that is known and feared in the area). In the midst of the attack one of the gang members pulled out a mini spear and stabbed Sihle in the chest. One of Sihle’s friends attempted to intervene and she also got stabbed in left arm, whilst the other friend ran to tell the other friend and to try and get a car that will take Sihle to hospital.

Sihle passed away in hospital and according to the friend who was with Sihle before she took her last breath, Sihle uttered her last words saying “Please apologize for me to my mother, and I love you all”. The survivors were teary throughout the interview; I could see they were shaken by what they had witnessed. Who wouldn’t be? I mean seeing your friend die in front of you is not a joke and the thought that you might be wanted by the perpetrators is enough to scare anyone. I was shaken by just listening to them telling the story, and what is even worse is the fact they have to go back to the same township where the attack took place, they live by themselves and they are targets of homophobia as they are constantly victimized and called names. Listening and seeing the fear that these young women go through really broke my heart. The fact that after so many years that homosexuality has been acknowledged by the government to be legal and is equally recognized as a constitutional right, but still homosexuals are being murdered and raped is just fucked up.

While I was posting the news on the social networks I already knew the kind of comments I would be getting such as “what have we done to deserve this?”, “these bustards why are they killing us”,  “something needs to be done, this getting out of hand”, blah blah blah… Fact is, “we” never really do anything about it, unless it is protesting and yapping on social networks about these crimes. Maybe we should look at ourselves first, activists do their bit but, what about the rest of the homosexual community? Think about it if we stood together in the fight for our rights maybe, just maybe we could be heard and taken seriously. Or maybe we should start by educating each other about safety measures, these young lesbians need our help and we can do that by guiding, nurturing and teaching them how to protect themselves. So my plea to you guys is let us support each other in whatever struggles to fight for our freedom, after all activists are not fighting for themselves alone but for the whole homosexual community at large. The least we can do is to support and help them. So next time you see my facebook updates with invites to marches, workshops and research studies please take part you are not only helping me but also yourselves because the findings could take us one step closer to our freedom. The cliché that division of labor gets the job done quicker was not created just for the fun of it, it does work. So think about it if we help each other in our fight for freedom as homosexuals we might just get it sooner than we think.

Sihle was a friendly young woman to those who knew her; she was a soccer player and has recently matriculated and was working and saving money to study further. Another young lesbian has been murdered if we don’t do anything about these murders we might as well look forward to WHO IS NEXT?!




Published November 2, 2012 by Miss Pamstar

Often we sell ourselves short as homosexuals, not only in love but also in life in general. We tend to let life and love treat us unfairly and we settle for second best. Hoping things will get better in time and that someday we will meet the one who will be ours and ours alone or enjoy our rights and have a better justice system. Perhaps sometime you do have the one, and you are well off but nevertheless we always want life to be hard on us unnecessarily so. We are so used to being oppressed and treated like dirt that we have come to embrace the shame of being inferior.

Slogans and quotes that support homosexuals are always written not only to make us feel good about ourselves, but also to remind us that before our homosexuality we are human regardless of whom we love. In my expedition to finding myself I came to realize that not only me but most of my fellow homosexuals tend to accept mistreatment because we are used to being oppressed. Growing up we are taught of heterosexual’s ways of living, loving and we are forced to believe it is the only normal lifestyle in the world. Truth is it is not. Forget about culture and what the bible says about homosexuality for once let us focus on human sexualities and the way of living in the 21st century. Why is that we are still fighting for homosexual rights in this day and age? Why are we still protesting, feeling the need to educate and campaign to prove ourselves in the world? I mean look at each and everything that is happening around us, it is like we are in some contest to gain approval of our being as homosexuals. Lately we hardly have the time to live and enjoy our lives because we have to live to spare the feelings of others, which by the way I find very monotonous and a complete waste of time.

All over the world people are searching to find peace and a better way of living by being financially stable and build families. We seem to be looking for more than that, not because we are selfish but because we are forced to add a little extra to our baskets of wants. Approval, acceptance, equality and love these are just a few, but it becomes ridiculous when we have to seek these in our own community. The constant fighting, looking each other down, cheating, and competing amongst ourselves has to end. Yes it is human nature to be competitive but why do it to each other, cant we at least get along? The division we have created has grown so deep that we have become the laughing stock in the world, even the government sees no point in granting us the freedom we deserve because of the way we behave. We have become our own enemies in the struggle, and losing the purpose of the fight that Simon Nkoli, Bev Ditsi and others have stood up for.

What happened to the love, passion and oneness that have been shown by our protagonists have shown for us to enjoy the better few fruits of their hard work? Is the way we are doing things now a thank you to them or just a spit in their faces? What happened to unity? The race card has been overplayed and it should not be allowed to qualify anymore in our poker table. Shouldn’t we rather channel our energies into something positive like empowering one another and becoming one since we belong to the same subculture?

Some people have it easy and others don’t, the trick is to never lose you along the way. My articles have been criticized and harshly so, but I have never used that to give up and throw in the towel. One thing I have discovered about homosexuals is that we are weak and we live our lives for other people and not for us. We allow the judgments posed at us to break us and we surrender to defeat way before the battle is over. We are our worst oppressors and unless we admit that and change our mindsets we are FUCKED, and that is the UGLY TRUTH!

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