Mari Idutywa Whore ❤️

About Durban

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

Idutywa, South Africa

I luv it here sooo much, even tho some parts make me mad, you see? Like the never-ending clatter at Hamba Road, noisy buggers always hustlin’ – but hey, it’s life, my precious, it is. The city’s rough, gritty essence is like a ticking love bomb, full on heart-thumpin', soul-shakin’ energy that fuels my crazy work.

Exemplar breaks ground on Mbhashe Mall in the Eastern Cape