Phumi Shoot (11 of 36)

I do not greet and enter particular spaces, because I have been taught to know my place.

Know your place because of your class.
Know which shopping isle you can afford.
I do not enter certain spaces, because I have been taught which spaces are for this body.
I will not enter the locker-room.
It is for them, men.
I do not put myself in particular spaces, not only because they are violent, but because they are exclusionary. Talking about the conditions of a womxn,
What makes you a womxn?
I have learnt to know my place, and that is the ‘lonely’ place, alone.
Sure it is lonely, but you define it, every single day.
You define it so consistently, it sometimes does not need a definition to exist.
You see, when you understand, and see the ‘problems’ your body causes, you learn how to not exist. You begin to control the places you know you are allowed to go into.
You avoid the ones not meant for you, ‘know your place’.
I am still learning to love it. There are times, I cannot love it anymore.
How can you love something that brings you pain, and hurt.
How you then tell yourself that you are beautiful and powerful.
You begin to do the work of ignoring the other ‘society’,
You will be reminded of the meaning your body has though.
Immediately when you leave your alone, lonely space.
I love them. I love them so much.
I love him because even when he used to hit me, he did it because he wanted me to be normal.
I also needed to hit me to be normal.
He grew up thinking I am his brother, I am not.
He still does not understand, and I understand that he doesn’t.
I still love him, even after he hit me. I will always love him.
Yes, because I was taught to love him, but also because I am not used to not loving him.
There were times when I hated him, and loved him at the same time.
The love I have for her. I know being ‘this’ has disappointed you so much. I also wished I wasn’t ‘this’, but I am.
You always knew you had a daughter in this son you know, I tried my best to continue being that ‘son’ for you, and your family.
But I couldn’t anymore,I couldn’t perform that for you. I had to be this, me.
I love you so much it hurts me, but I know you love me too.
Please forgive me, for being me.
I know it is my fault, and I should have been more careful.
What will your friends say.
You made me, and I am also embarrassed you made me. It is not easy, never easy.
There are times when I feel like I have my life together.
Then times when I feel like ending it all, just for you.
Sometimes I think ending it all would be better for you, having a dead child, or a “this” child.
I am still deciding which one hurts less.
One day I hope you will tell me which one hurts less.
I promise if I could undo it all, I would, if I could take the pain away I would.
I do not deserve this.
You also do not deserve to have this child.
I am also trying to forgive him, for making this child.
Forgiving takes a long time.
Sometimes it takes forever.
I would be lying if I would say it will better.
It might not.
Time doesn’t heal, you get used to it.
I hope you one day get used to your daughter. One day.


Phumi Shoot (26 of 36)
Stop making me apologise for wearing a dress.
Stop making me apologise for not wanting to use the mens toilet, because, I am not one.
Stop making me apologise for peeing sitting down.
Stop making me apologise for not wanting to go to PnP alone, during the day and night. How ‘unsafety’ has become my best friend. Not knowing how to spell ‘safety’.
Stop making me apologise for undoing my transness in certain spaces for the sake of my safety. I want to take another breath again ngomso. I want to be able to be a woman again tomorrow. You not understanding this.
Stop making me apologise for existing in this body.
Stop making me apologise for looking at you awkwardly when your friend misgenders me, and implicitly expecting you to correct them once and for all.
Stop making me apologise for reinforcing my gender.
Stop making me apologise for inconveniencing our night when I refuse to pay at 37 On New, because only men pay. I am not a man. I am not a man. Starting a fuss. Such an inconvenience.
Stop making me apologise for being upset that you do not take pictures with me because you do not want your family to know that you are friends with a Trans woman.
Stop making me apologise for calling out your religion that seems to dismiss this body,
Stop making me apologise to you.
Stop making me apologise for holding your hand in public.
Stop making me apologise for walking next to you, I do not mean for them to think you queer. I know you not. We know you not. I know you do not want to be that.
Stop making me apologise for being your friend.
Stop making me apologise for calling you out, for your betterment and that of societys’.
Stop making me apologise for not wanting violence on this body anymore. Stop making me dismiss these valid emotions, and not wanting to be an apologist.
Stop making me apologise for being naked.
You have seen this body without clothes  before, hence you hate it so much. Using this body for unique sexual experiences, but you still hate it. You still hate using my body, this body that I continue apologising for. Giving it to you, because you are the only love I have been told I deserve. Sex me.
Making me apologise for using these braids to strangle the life you had already taken away from me.
Stop making me apologise for this body.
Stop making me apologise for being me.
Stop making me apologise for existing unapoplogetically.
Stop making me a Trans apologist.
Stop making me apologise.

Please let me pee without pain

Phumi Shoot (14 of 36)Please let me pee. As I enter the bathroom, I see him. I look away, I try to hold it in. I go to the toilet and put the seat down  I take off my pants I need to pee. As I am about to pee, I hear their voices, his voice. I cannot pee, I do not know what is wrong with my body.I cannot pee in this bathroom, While he is here. I will hold it in. He knows I am in here. He can see through this door. I know it.

Please let me pee. I sit holding onto that toilet seat covered with pee, my hands holding on tightly as I wait for them to leave this room. Yes, sometimes they pee with the toilet seat down, because this is their room. I need him to leave this room.I want to pee, my body refuses to pee.I cannot with him here, he will hear me peeing sitting down. If he sees me it will happen again. He will do it again, cut me with his eyes whilst observing if I still have a penis or not.

I let out a sigh of relief as I am now able to pee in peace for he is no longer here. As I pee holding on to the sides of the toilet seat, I hope I finish in time so I can wash my hands, before he comes in again. Before they come in again. Done, I quickly pull my pants up, tucking it tightly between my thighs, in fear of who might walk in next.

Not concerned with how I look at this point in time, rushing to wash my hands, another one of ‘him’ walks in.  My hands are wet not from the water that I used to wash them, but from the beads of sweat created by the fear of being yet again being violated, experiencing misogny, the stares,the unconsented touches that leave you vulnerable to anything, ready for the wild to eat. Vulnerable to them to him. I am scared of him., I am scared of his body, which is the same body that we share. I am not him, I am them, not him.

I had to do it. I had to pee. I could not hold it anymore… Please can I pee. I need to pee. I promise I will be quick. I only need to pee. As pressed as I am,he has to give me permission to pee. Only he exists, his masculinity, not me. Please can I pee.

I cannot choose safety over peeing. I sometimes have to compromise my safety to pee. Just. To. Pee. I have done it. Yes I have peed, and this time he did not do anything. Yes he did assess me, but at least he did not do anything this time. Sometimes peeing while saying a prayer helps. Close your eyes, but not completely!

Photographer: Evaan Ferreira

Edited by: Chili Kier


Leliphi eli’nxeba nithetha ngalo.


African cultures and traditional beliefs are for African people and only African people that is. No one can and should ever take that away from black people. More in particular amaXhosa, this is their story. Making reference in particular with the movie called Inxeba, the ‘wound’. This movie was directed by a white man called John Trengove. His identity is important because he is the one who put this film together, he is the directed of this film. As a white man, speaking and creating work on behalf of black men, is not okay and can never ever be acceptable.

I have seen the trailers of this film and it is a film that speaks about the Xhosa initiation which speaks about isiko loLwaluko. This traditional cultural practice is a practice that Xhosa boys go through to become men, or rather be recognised as men in the Xhosa society. The film speaks about all the sacred practices that are done in kweli siko loLwaluko. This is absolutely wrong, for so long black bodies have everything taken away from them, with white people have been doing; the constant taking and then capitalising from taking what is not there’s. John Trengove cannot and should not have directed this film, and a black queer Xhosa man should have written and directed this film it is their story to tell. Black history has been white washed, and straight washed because of colonialism, and because of white people being the face of these conversations. Utata uMpendulo Zwelonke Sigcawu speaks about how the screening of this movie is problematic, however I agree with him to an extent.


I having gone through this ritual it is sacred and it only belongs to the Xhosa people, and people who have gone to the mountain, and the Xhosa families, no one else. Trengove is going to make money through this film, yet again a white person taking something from the black society. ‘Africa a society known for nothing good, but their interesting rituals”. This film later discusses homosexuality in the black culture, in particular kweli’siko loLwaluko. This for me becomes interesting and, it is of much importance that it is indeed discussed by the Xhosa community. Sexualities are very important and it is very much important to speak about homosexuality, and other queer sexualities in this ritual, for it is very heternormative. Indeed hyper masculinity does exist in this space, and it is oppressive for other bodies, especially the people who do not subscribe to this binary. I did not when I participated in this ritual. I too felt excluded, as a trans womxn. However, my main point is that this conversation should have been led by a black Xhosa man who identified to be part of the queer community.

This narrative is about “Traditon and sexuality” says Bathanda Mvundla. This is a conversation that is needed to be had, within the Xhosa community about how masculinity is defined within the black community and more in particular within the Xhosa culture. Bathanda claims to not have gone to the mountain. Therefore, personally he does not deserve to speak on behalf of queer black Xhosa bodies who have, indeed not all our lived realities are going to be the same, however how does one who has never been in that context begin to speak on behalf of people who have lived that reality, surely the narrative will be fragmented by nature. This cannot be acceptable. Thando and malusi have allegedly written the script for this film. In the interview above he speaks about consulting a cultural leader, because they had to “check their privilege”. As people who know nothing about this particular Xhosa experience. This is respectable and appropriate, however the main rules one is told in that space is for them not to speak about what is done in that space, so the cultural leader who gave them this information is definitely not an authentic cultural leader, because surely he would have told them all the processes of the film. With this story being the face of John and Bathanda people who do not know a lot about it, this important story losses its legitimacy. This is my main argument. This movie would have been more impactful and powerful if the body who went through these experiences narrated it and was the absolute face of it.

The main point of this film it is to educate people about the Xhosa culture, and more in particular Xhosa people who participate tradition. The point of this film to change the narrative and inform misinformed ideas about black masculinity and sexuality. How can this begin to happen if Xhosa men plan to boycott it and get it banned.

This film is so important for the Xhosa community. It speaks about the realities of sexuality and that sexuality is not what we have always thought it is. Sexuality is more complex than what has been presented to us by this heteronormative queerphobic colonial history. African cultures have always had fluid genders and sexualitites. Trans bodies were kings and queens, seen as Gods. Sexuality was seen to be fluid, heteronormativity was not a norm, but something that also existed like queer identities. There needs to be a conversation of this black masculinity that breeds in that space, problematising its fragility and the violent nature which it asserts its patriarchy amongst other black masculine bodies.

The epitome of blackness is not, and has never been that black cis-het body. It is all who are black. Singama Xhosa we need to know this, and begin to have conversations about the authenticity of gender, and it existing in black spaces, nakuthi maXhosa.


Beholding Love


How can you ever begin to love another person, but you do not know how it feels like to be loved? How can you love another, but you have never felt love? To let your body and soul be completely controlled or rather vulnerably available for another? How can you begin to trust the world and society if all that you have received is mistrust and hatred?

Erich Fromm mentions in his book that all are bound to fail in love because when one looks at love they look at it from a point of view of wanting to be loved back, and never from a point of view of wanting to love another, for the sake of loving. In other words, he says that love will not work until I love you for loving you (Fromm, vii: 1957). I associate this kind of love with my family, especially my siblings. I love them so much, probably more than my parent. They know my heart, because we shared the same bed, they know my blackness because them too live in black bodies, they know my body because we bath in the same bathtub, they know my weaknesses because they see them me struggle every day, they know my transsness because they see it through my soul..

Love is no longer about loving a person, because society in general is commodified (Fromm, 1: 1957). The superstructure of society is capitalism, the essence of capitalism is to make a lot of money as much as possible, and putting a price on everything, and this is why sex appeal has become a necessity. We have commodified our bodies and have set a standard of what love is and how it should look like. This is partly the reason why sex appeal has somehow become a necessity in society. This does also exist within the Trans community. The most valuable bodies in this community it is the people who have passing privilege, meaning they pass as cis-gendered people. I do not have passing privilege. I used to be very embarrassed and ashamed because of that, because there is violence that comes with that, from experiencing Trans misogyny when I walk to PnP during the day to being told which bathroom to use at the Rat, where you will 99.9 percent of the time will experience transphobia in both bathrooms, especially in male bathrooms. There is a particular way one has to look to be worthy of being loved by another, especially as a Trans body, hence the former violent terms in the Trans community: transgender or transsexual. These terms creates a hierarchy of who is the most womxn within the Trans community as if we are not all womxn, and do not have the same struggles at the end of the day.

When Trans bodies become sex workers it is not just a means of survival and finding ways of making money, because we have been excluded from society. It is also this need of receiving love from a man and them confirming our womxness, validating our identity, and that we too, are enough to be loved by them, because we are lucky to be loved, love is a privilege for a trans body. Fromm mentions there is some kind of a transaction between two bodies that claim to like each other (Fromm, 3:1957). For my Trans body it is sex, and intimacy I give you sex/intimacy in return give me love, and validation. This is how society implicitly regulates my body and my identity.

Fromm looks at love from a very unique lens, he looks at it from a lens of learning to love. People need to love for the sake of loving and not for the sake of receiving love. For he says love is not instant (Fromm, 2:1957). I am still learning to do this. I am still learning to love a person because they exist, but I too need to be loved. I can honestly only love another only if they promise to love my body.

The nature of love for me is intricate. I am still trying to understand it. To be honest I do not think I will ever be able to love another unconditionally, from looking at Fromm’s definition of what love is. I cannot love, and I probably will never be able to love another. Right now, I am still learning to love me. I cannot love another for my body is excessively complex to be loved by you. Only now am I beginning to make sense of it.

Activism and Transformation 2018 SRC


Hello to everyone! I am uPhumelele Nkomozake, known mostly as u’Phumi’ on campus and I will be running for the SRC, in particular the Activism and Transformation portfolio.

Just to know a little more about me. I am currently doing my second year majoring in Drama and Journalism, and also taking Psychology. The co-president of the ‘Nkoli-Fassie’ society which was formerly known as ‘Outrhodes’. I am a presenter at RMR, ‘sex and sexualities’ show, an Iintetho zobomi tutor and a Huffington post contributor, blogger, and this is my blog 🙂 .

The reason I am running for this portfolio is because I am passionate about transformation. Not only is it passion that drives me to be part of transformation, but it is understanding the essence of being a marginalised body, and needing transformation to exist with security. I want inclusive transformation, because this institution and society at large needs it. Ndicela sitshintshe.



PHUMELELE NKOMOZAKE for Activism and Transformation 2018.



SA Idols “Is it a boy?”



As I  watched Arshen Madlopha audition in SA Idols this year I was excited, for the first time you are seeing representation, the kind of representation as a Trans womxn that I do not always see all the time. However, this was not representation for me, as a black trans womxn this was shame. I was shamed and they were shamed, Arshen Madlopha was shamed for ‘confusing’ the judges whether they are a man or a woman.

We live in a country that has queer rights, however still that does not protect the lives of  queer people, especially those who do not have the privilege of having passing privilege. “Is it a boy?” Kelly Khumalo would like to know, SA Idols? Listening to those linguistics, is ‘it’. What is ‘it’?, the non-binary body, was ‘it’ not Arshen, but ‘it’. This is the violence non-binary bodies experience everyday and it was evidently expressed on the SA Idols show. In no way was Arshen given their dignity to state their pronoun and how they would like to be addressed. Instead a whole queer activist, well nothing, but an entertainer because that is all what queer people do,  entertain, Somizi, he then says “Walk like a lady” Again this is the kind of violence trans and non-binary people experience within the queer community. The judgement and expectation of explicitly having to express their ‘preferred gender’ to confirm their traness. This is the violent policing of trans bodies transess. I was completely disappointed in Somizi, but having no expectation was the expectation I was suppose to have on him, for he is nothing, but a black queer man, who completely compliments, enjoys and benefits from the queer stereotype. Representation is very important, but you sir, do not represent me, Somizi, instead of respecting them, you were in the forefront of ridiculing them on national television!

This could have been the best opportunity to represent, respect and show the rest of the country how to treat and give trans or non-binary bodies dignity. This is what the SA Idol judges should have done, You should asked their pronoun to give them dignity, they deserve. The questions you asked behind their back were completely disgusting and pathetic. As judges of colour you should already know,  the black body has no dignity and you stripped Arshen of all the dignity they had when they walked into that room by “walk, walk like a lady, yaaaas girl” already expecting some Lady Gaga performance from them, because that is what we have become, nothing, but a performance.

Now this is what SA Idols is going to do, you are going to APOLOGISE, for shaming Arshen’s identity.. You are going to apologise for taking the little dignity they already did not have. You are going to confess that you are FUCKY and that actually you do not care about anyone, and only care about making money out of humour, any humour, even if it means further marginalising the already marginalised people. People who are killed for being trans, non binary and non-comforming, people who are correctively raped because we are the ‘sin’. People who experience the depth of poverty because of their identity. After that, Somizi you are going to apologise to the queer community and say that actually you are not a good representation and that your fame is for you and not for us black queer bodies. Never will you in this life time nor the next, will you be a fraction of what Simon Nkoli was. I will be looking for SA Idols’s apology like they looked for Arshen Madlopha’s adams apple. Searching for it, like the idol you are searching for, who I hope does not embody the conduct of this show.


Let me Pee Peacefully…


Transformation is very significant especially when it comes to transforming spaces in which people live in and spaces in which people are bound to find themselves in regardless of whether they want to or not. For instance, bathrooms. Let us please pee peacefully.

For every trans and non-binary body it is always a problem when one uses the bathroom. As a trans-womxn with all my experiences I find myself struggling to use the bathroom, because I do not feel safe, nor comfortable. When I enter male bathrooms, I feel very unsafe for they are usually transphobic, or they begin to forcefully sexually impose themselves on me in the bathrooms. I have had all these encounters, so I have started using the female bathrooms, and yes, I feel much safer, but not completely safe. When I enter female bathrooms, I also experience transphobia. This kind of transphobia that I experience in female bathrooms is more of looks or even sometimes them telling me “what are you doing there?”, or sometimes them just walking out when they notice that you are a trans-womxn. All this is Transphobia and it is psychologically taxing and frustrating for queer, trans bodies, my body.

Gender neutral bathrooms are not the solution, they are temporary solutions, because safety is very significant. I, as a trans woman should be able to exist in female bathrooms and queer bodies should be able to exist with their sexuality in those spaces.




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Race and gender are very different identities and they carry different kinds of weight. These identities place a lot of significance on one’s physical biological features. To look like and be identified like a black person one must have a fair amount of melanin to not pass as white. To be a woman one must have the physical biological features of a woman to be recognised as a woman.
Rachel Dolezal is a Transracial woman. She claims to have identified as a black woman from a very young age (E interview). Rachel Dolezal was fired from the African American civil rights organisation, after she was exposed by her parents that she was born white (City Press article). According to the city Press article “Rachel misrepresented herself to obtain academic positions”. This means that Rachel lied and said she is black so that she could receive certain state privileges that are set aside for people of colour receive.
In the E interview Johanne says, “How can you pretend to be the victim”. As I was watching this interview, I found a kind of violation that was happening here, whereby we now want Rachel to prove that she is black, and to perform her blackness. Johanne continued to say, “Deceived people into believing that you are something that you are not”. We have immediately not given Rachel the opportunity to express herself, and to speak about her identity as a transracial person. Johanne then later asks Rachel is this not a result of white guilt. She later says, she is “pretending to be black”. There is something very much uncomfortable about the interview. As a transgendered woman, I felt very uncomfortable, because these are questions that I have and continue to be asked by society. I believe that we have not given Rachel a comfortable platform to express herself and tell us about her identity. I fear that misrepresentation is happening with her own story and identity.
Xolela Mangcu later wrote an article Whites can be Blacks too saying that Rachel is indeed a black woman. He is using Steve Bako’s philosophy to explain the reason for his statement. According to Xolela Mancgu said, “Blacks are all those who are, by law and tradition, discriminated against and identify as a unit towards their aspirations.” This means that to be a black person, you must go through what people of colour go through. Meaning the endless racism, the discrimination, being looked down and looked up when entering a store and being followed by the security guard.
Biko said that “blackness is a reflection of a mental attitude – skin pigmentation has nothing to do witih it” (City Press article). If one follows Steve Biko’s philosophy regarding words, it means that indeed Rachel Dolezal is a black person. Biko clearly says that Blackness is a reflection of mental attitude meaning that people tell themselves that they are black, this is part of Steve Biko’s black consciousness. Therefore, if one uses Biko’s philosophy to analyse Transracial bodies Rachel Dolezal is a black woman. Rachel says that she is a black woman to the point whereby she has taken the necessary steps to look like a black person. For instance, curling her hair, and tanning her skin to the point she is not white passing. I can relate to this as a Trans woman I do this. I dress in female clothes. I wear makeup, find and practise any possible things to fully articulate and show my womaness to the world. A Trans journey is a journey that needs the self and the other. The self as in the trans body, making a mental attitude about their Transness. For instance, I decided and told myself knowingly that I am a woman, regardless of what my body represents itself as. Inside I know I a female and a woman. This is my mental attitude which has taken me two decades. The other comes in when one speaks of society and people in general, confirming and certifying one’s identity. This is now where I have finally found the confidence to be tell society to refer to me which female pronouns. This is where Rachel Dolezal is now, whereby she is telling society that she is a black woman.
Biko later says skin pigmentation has nothing to do with blackness the race. However, I disagree with this. Race is not just a mental attitude, race has to do with biology. You must look like a black person. For instance, dark toned skin, not white passing, to be black is not just looking like a black person, it is going through black experiences growing up as a person of colour. Therefore, one can ask is being black about the lived experiences of one or the pigmentation. I believe it is both. One needs the other to exist. According to Mancgu in the article, ‘there is no such thing as pure black or pure white”. This means everyone has a bit of both races. This seems to undermine the power and strength biology and physical features play in determining one’s lived experiences. For instance, black children that are adopted by white people experience an existential crisis. For so long you grow up in a white environment with white people, and you probably have a connection to them (white adoptive parents), so you identify to be white without consciously making that decision, but you begin to recognise that you do not look like a white person, because you are black. However, even if you grow up and live in such an environment you cannot run away from the black lived experiences that come with the colour of your pigmentation, being black. Even as a black adopted child, you will be treated differently in that environment, maybe not by your adoptive parents, but by your neighbours, friends, teachers and other extended community. You will be followed in the shops, because you are black. If Rachel was born biologically black and identified as white, I do not think she would have received much publicity, that is because society and people in general are shaped and made to aspire to whiteness, because whiteness is the norm in society. That would have been seen to be normal or okay. I have come understand that blackness is about experience, however one cannot say that biology does not matter, because when I am in public spaces before I even speak, people see a black transgendered woman, or a man who has dressed up in female attire. That does influence the way in which that individual treats me. I constantly must prove my femininity to the world, try and be lady-like to push this narrative that I am indeed a woman.
Rachel Dolezal is a black woman according to Xolela Mangcu. I also think she is a black woman, however all the white privilege she has been afforded with in her white body, I do not think she can ever come to understand the essence of blackness. As a woman who has a Trans struggle I can never fully understand the essence of being in a female body, because I have been biologically robbed of having one. What I understand is the lived experiences of being a woman in a man’s body.