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zero visible team Neli Sikhosana - Chief Editor
Editor’s Letter: Our first official issue! We are so excited to have it out there and can’t wait to start interacting with our readers. Zero Visibility is a glass box where artistic creativity is controlled yet its true beauty isn’t concealed. We want to explore every inch of what makes one unique and share that with the world. August being Women’s month, our articles centre around this theme. We reflect on the opportunities we are offered as women, explain what Women’s day means to us as well as embracing our femininity.
Our Fearless leader, she is no stranger to being seen, studying journalism at Varsity College and doing modelling she just loves the spot light.
Junior Mtshali - Graphic Designer
known to hide behind his computer, Junior love to have his work be seen mostly than himself. working as a junior designer for Green Robot Design his love for design is always growing.
Amukeliwe Kwakhe - Marketing
Fashion, design, tattoo lover. Amu just loves the idea of standing out and being seen. Studying Marketing at Springs college, he just wants to show off his talent and creativity.
We like to get your comments on the issue. You can get in touch with us on Facebook and Twitter. Tinyiko Sphiwe Mabena - Head writer
Regards
Our very own rockstar, she parties hard but also studies hard at Varisty College also doing Journalism. she is the life of us all.
Neli
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Zandile Matshoba - Social Manager
Studying to be a teacher, Zandi keeps us in check with her warmth and grace. she’s very shy and unlike most of the team keeps to herself but we love her still.
If you would love to be part of our team do contact us on our social pages or emails.
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It’s the 14th of February, all your girlies are rushing home to get ready for that night’s dinner date. The only date you have is with your couch while you partially enjoy Grey’s Anatomy. Festivities are in the air, all those Valentine’s Day adverts are making you sick to the core. And then loneliness creeps in like a spider through the cracks and it is at that moment where you feel like you need a man in your life. Women tend to think that having a partner will validate their existence, with so many of us rushing into relationships because of the fear of being alone. We spend countless hours, losing ourselves in the process, looking for a naïve quest of perfection. Yet we spend such little time getting to know ourselves and expect our significant other to find that for us. Most studies show that women seek men who are like their fathers when it comes to relationships. This occurs because we yearn to have good relationships with our fathers that we use our boyfriends as substitutes for that empty void. As soon as he decides to leave, he leaves with your happiness as well as a part of you that will create an even darker shadow.
“IS HE AN EXTENSION OF YOU OR DOES HE “COMPLETE” YOU?”
Sphiwe Tinyiko Mabena
It is so important to be your own person before getting into a relationship. Finding inner peace or happiness first instead of depending on somebody else to do it for you is essential. By doing this, you enter the relationship completely focused on your worth as well as being independent; you learn to love yourself without the assistance of others. As women, we need to understand that our partners are an extension of us; they are not there to complete us. Here are a few tips that can help you before entering a new relationship: •Spend time and give yourself time to heal •Spend at least three months alone before dating again •Don’t be single for too long because this often leads to desperation •Find out what brings you joy, even if its dancing and singing for ten minutes a day •Learn to be comfortable in your own space There is nothing wrong with being in love or being in a relationship, but one needs to ensure that they are there for the right reasons. “We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong”, women are very strong and kind-hearted, we sooth the world with our warmth. But let us not forget to warm up our lives first before we warm up others. Charity begins at home. Happy Women’s Day!
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YOUTH IN THEMA #1575 Rebranding Kwa-Thema is a youth led organisation that launched in December of 2013. The group of individuals, who formed this organisation, shares a common vision and purpose and are passionate about their home, the township they all grew up and reside in. Rebranding Kwa-Thema is an initiative formed to rebrand, reignite and restore the image, history and legacy of the township. Through Rebranding Kwa-Thema, the group aims to creatively engage with the community to effectively transform the township through various engagement programmes involving all residents. Rebranding Kwa-Thema’s vision seeks to ensure all residents of Kwa-Thema reside in an area that is clean, vibrant and entrepreneurial. Our main ideology is to see our township, Kwa-Thema grow through continuous positive changes using various programmes and initiatives that consists of the participation of all community members and residents of our neighbourhood. MEMBERS • Mmakgomo Tshetlo • Dianne Normans • Mpumi Tjatji • Nandisile Mehlomakulu • Lerato Zinto • Wiseman Sedibe • Phelokazi Tshongweni • Mbalenhle Nkosi
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I remember it was a sunny day and the skies were blue, no clouds. And we stood there, talked about girls with flat tummy’s, how attractive they are, especially when they are laying on their backs on the bed, naked, waiting for you to slip the condom on and pound their cakes. We just left Thandeka’s crib. She invited us for wine, weed and sex. We had a good three-way and we left her sleeping naked on the coffee table. We left everything as is. The ropes, the whip, the cuffs, the lube and the third bottle of wine she popped for us. We took the weed thou. First timers of that street. We were standing at the side of the road, confused, and waiting for a local taxi at a street that hardly had taxi’s hooting. Two sweet birds came jogging at the side of the road, sweating. Our convo died. They were fat. They wore tights that revealed the number of tummy’s they had. One had three layers, the other had four, the top one just below her sagging boobs with huge nipples. The one in a black tight and yellow running shoes had a nice face. She wasn’t bad; her cheeks worked with her huge nose. She had nice African skin. Not too dark and not too light. But chocolate-like, you know. The one in blue running shoes didn’t have a cute face, she also had campers on her dark skin. Lots of campers. I could see one of the campers oozing with blood. Really looked painful. So their boobs jumped up and down, as they jogged past us. They smelled really bad - there was a hint of dead fish. They didn’t say a word, we also didn’t say a word, we just looked at their thighs, then their asses. Both their asses looked like an angry sailor pushed them in their bodies. I thought to my self, these sweet birds are just marketing themselves. Probably active prostitutes. We looked at them, jumped back to our convo. “Now that’s not an attractive body” “BOTH” Loud music from a distance played. I raised my hand at Red, so I could hear the song properly. I thought it was J’s on My Feet, but it was “I’m so Incomplete”. The blue wrecked Mazda made its appearance, drove towards us. Same direction where the joggers came from. And the wipers were working. He drove past us, we turned our heads with it too. The lights under the front bumper caught our attention. They kept blinking. Different colors. It was a party for the tar. Its windows were vibrating and the speakers kept working. He wore dark shades with a red frame. Chewed his gum, while looking at us with his hands on the steering. I gave him a mean mug, I’m pretty sure Red did the same thing. He looked back to the road and he was away. His rear lights looked at us. 18 | ZERO VISIBILITY
Then he caught up with the joggers and his lights went red. The car stopped. So did the joggers. They said one thing and I assume, the bubble gum chewer said something back. It was obviously a tempting something, because the one jogger shoved her head in the car. She probably said something, the driver said something. The other jogger went to the back door, pulled the handle and jumped in. So did the other birdy - in the front seat thou. The Mazda pulled off. “Dude, the perks of having a car” “Yeah” I said, “You get to pick up random girls jogging on the street” “Yeah” “But its bound to happen, most of these joggers jog to get picked up you know. They are the females who are so desperate for dick and marriage, they decide to rock an outfit and hit the road” “Yeah. Its all attention seeking” “True that” We heard a hooter from a distance. It was a taxi, we both looked right. “Shit I hope that’s a taxi” And there it came, a taxi. It kept honking. Making its way towards us - slowly. I wiggled my finger, his indicators worked. One less chance of being pulled over by the traffic officers. He stopped in front of us. Another chance down of being in trouble. His breaks worked. “Duduza Rank” “Sho” I caught the back seat, Red was in front, he gave the driver a worn out R20 note. We taxied away. He grabbed a fork, poked it in a hole on the dashboard and the indicators stopped working. “Yakena mengithi angizi kule straad ay, manje bengfuna labo magosha bala aba gijimayo, vele inkathi zabo, manje ngithi ngizbambe ngabo, coz le check-in ihlangene” he said as he counted coins, preparing them for Red. “Abo Magosha vele labya?” Red asked. The driver started telling us about the joggers. He once fucked them in his taxi, at night at Duduza Rank, it was quiet, the streets were empty, at the robots. He described them as the best time a guy could have for only R50. After his story, he never said a word to us. We asked him why he doesn’t go to Stardust Hotel? Springs Hotel? He didn’t answer us. He kept his mean mug on. And drove us, tapping the wires on his steering wheel, hooting to get more passengers. If that’s how guys who don’t get the pussy they want behave, then I don’t want no good pussy. Thank goodness its scarce.
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