The blogging silence has been high, more so due to the fact that I was heavily pregnant. But since then, I’ve had my beautiful little Baby Bun & am settling into motherhood & the lack of sleep that follows it. My life revolves around feeds, nappy changing, breast pumps, burping, putting Bun to sleep, laundry… Hit the repeat button – at least 10 times in the day. Despite the sleep deprivation, my little guy is wonderful, a delight of a baby who makes the stretch marks all worth it.
But two weeks before motherhood became my reality, Guy & I were able to indulge in a little something we liked to call Hip Hop Corner Saturdays in Braamies. We started making a habit of arriving in Braam early on a Saturday afternoon, grabbing something to drink & walking to watch the crew of break dancers who gathered with their old school, 80’s hip hop beats in the centre of it all. We had our favourite crew member, the guy who most probably works at Investec in the week but has the best hip hop tracks & retro Adidas sneaks around. We thought it highly rad when one was able to bust a new move from the previous Saturday afternoon. “Make us part of your crew!”, shouted the heavily pregnant, waddling woman. They just smiled & fist pumped.

There was another crew, a duo of street musicians, playing on a pavement corner, outside a coffee shop. Live music, good music, great music. Music so good it even lured people into slowing down from their frantic walk to the Neighbourgoods market. Music with such a vibe, such a beat that it slowed people down on the hipster trail, allowed them to sip their artisanal coffee on that pavement corner for 5 minutes & to appreciate the talent that Jozi has. Street artists. Just creating an authentic vibe. Nothing rehearsed. Just real.
That’s what our Saturdays in Braamies used to be about – real people, just doing their thing on a pavement corner.






