Be an ‘oppit’ mango picker: Survival guide



Only 3 days ’till we experience one of South Africa’s biggest music utopias!


We are so close to being stroked by the Northam sun, sitting on the straw among mystical beings, falling in love with music, being abducted from reality and having the time of our lives.



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However, you need to keep a few things in mind when going to the place where pretty much anything goes.

Remember your ticket
Print your online ticket and keep it safe until you have your Oppi-bracelet around your wrist. Under no circumstances should you post your ticket on social media.

Pack appropriate clothes
Even though you are camping, it shouldn’t necessarily look like it. Your look can vary from hobo to Lady Gaga, as long as you own it. Don’t wear clothes of the lightest colour unless you are going for the “I’ve been wearing this for a month” look. Also don’t take your best shoes. They will never be the same again. Closed shoes, because the sand between your toes isn’t the same as at the beach. During the day it will feel like summer but remember to put warmer clothes in your backpack so you don’t have to return to your campsite just to fetch it.


This year’s weather is a bit of a gamble, with forecasts of rain and thunder.


Your look can vary from hobo to Lady Gaga, as long as you own it.


Look clean, even if you aren’t
You might feel like you’ve bathed in dust but you still want to stay fresh, even if you aren’t going to take the option to stand in a cue for a cold shower. This is where wet
wipes and dry shampoo become your secret weapon. A quick wet wipe “bath” a day will create the illusion that you are clean. The shower you take before you leave for the festival must be a good one. One that lasts for three/four days.

Also, brush your teeth. Every. Day


Protect yourself
You’ve probably heard about the dust at Oppi and thought “how bad can it be?”. It’s no exaggeration. You will need something like a buff/bandana/scarf to cover your mouth while roaming these dusty streets and good shades to cover your eyes. The sun can be harsh, so head wear and sunscreen are a must. Sanitizing products to use for your
hands (and toilet seat) could make you more comfortable. A medical bag with some headache remedies, pain  killers and plasters – just in case.


You’ve probably heard about the dust at Oppi and thought “how bad can it be?”.

It’s no exaggeration.


Take a Flashlight
It’s no joke finding your tent at night. Take a flashlight or even make use of your
phone’s video camera for light, which can turn into an interesting documentary of
you struggling to find your tent and going to the portable loos.

Take camping stuff
Even if you don’t think you’ll sleep, take a tent in case you want some shut eye. Remember a camping chair and braai equipment for chilling at your campsite.


Toilet paper – For blowing your nose.


Actually go see some bands!!!
It’s not every day that you have the opportunity to see so many artists perform. Do
research and make a list of people you have to see.


Otherwise you might as well just have had a huge party at home for a lot cheaper.


Squeegee bottle
Glass bottles aren’t allowed on the festival grounds. So you need an alternative way of carrying your beverages. Just make sure it’s big enough. Then you don’t have to go all the way for a refill every five seconds.


See you at a show!


Photos: Marita Herselman
Article first published in Wapad on 21 July 2016, p.9.


Millennials – Outspoken, fighters for freedom and equality



We are escapists. And above all we aspire to be artists.


We as millennials are constantly being criticized for our dependability on social media… just hold on…have to first like an aesthetic picture of someone with headphones jogging on a scenic route.

Our generation saw the light between 1980 and mid-1990s (some push it to 2000), the light basically being that of our cellphone screens. Jenna Amatulli, from Huffingtonpost, says a study by Maru/Matchbox discovered that 69 percent of millennials photograph their meals before they eat it.

Documenting our daily living and blowing it up has become an art form – a coping mechanism. Turning mundane things into dopamine-inducers have become second nature. However, the amount of attention sought for these inventions may be problematic.

There is a difference between making life more creative and being on life support for validation. When the latter becomes a reality, the quality of life decreases as people betray the moment by digitizing and not living it. The need for instant gratification is at the root of criticism against our generation.

According to Kate Lyons, from The Gaurdian, millennials (also dubbed “Generation Y”) are generalized as immature, apathetic, narcissists, with commitment issues, incapable to survive without their smartphones.

On the bright side, we are also known for our “creativity, flexibility, open-mindedness, a strong sense of social responsibility and concern for the environment”, according to Lyons.

Douglas Main, from Livescience, says we are also described as more confident and that civil issues like gay rights and equality are bigger priorities.

As we ascend to social media for even the slightest itch, I believe almost all of the characteristics of our generation flowers from social media. Social media is all about drawing attention to your brand – everything you do on there really contribute to your own image. We constantly defend and polish it. It is therefore understandable that we are being criticized for our narcissism. But the things you do to define your identity can be inherently good and inspirational.

Confidence is the good thing that emanates from this process. When social media makes us feel good, it makes us confident. Social media is our way of changing the world. Confident people speak their minds and fight for what they believe in.

An open network of communication creates awareness about global issues. Perpetually being in contact with other people allow discourse, which helps to shape society.

Main points to the never-ending dispute about whether we are “self-entitled narcissists or open-minded do-gooders”. Each generation needs good and bad things that sets them apart from other generations. I believe there is a median on this scale.

So I want to contradict Tomi Lahren’s contradiction on The Daily Show when she said, “I’m a millennial, so I don’t like labels.” I want to put a label on millennials. We are the outspoken, fighters for freedom and equality. We are ambiguous – ignorant and enlightened at the same time. We are escapists. And above all we aspire to be artists.


Pic: Digital Media Academy


Amatulli, J.  2017.  An Obnoxious 69 Percent Of Millennials Take Photos Of Food Before Eating.  Huffingtonpost.  Date of access: 22 Mar. 2017.
 Lyons, K.  2017.  Generation Y, Curling or Maybe: what the world calls Millennials.  The Gaurdian.  Date of access: 22 Mar. 2017.
 Main, D.  2013.  Who Are the Millennials?  Livescience. Date of access: 22 Mar. 2017.



Mess with my cash, ‘cash me ousside’


Financially surviving as a student takes for interesting meal choices and eccentric ideas. So nothing makes our stomachs turn like when someone messes with our money for food. If I were to start a campaign, I would fight just that.

Living with the bare minimum, combined with the odd amount of impulsive alcohol-infused treats and take out, I am often stuck with a mind-boggling, infuriating dilemma. I can’t access the little money I have left.

It’s already frustrating enough when you have to work out what food you can buy with R14, for example.  An unsliced bread and a pack of 2-minute noodles with change to spare…you’re welcome. But it is maddening when you think about the possibilities and you cannot execute them.

Here’s the thing – some grocery outlets set a minimum amount you may swipe for. Is this a scheme to push their sales? So, if you have R14 but you can only swipe for R25 and you can only draw R50s at the ATM, where does that leave you? With a plate of nothing served with frustration.

Luckily not all outlets do this. But those who do, forces me to walk much farther to a store that can help me, contributing to my excellence in wasting time. So were I to campaign, I would advocate against stores setting minimum swipe amounts and ATMs only giving out a minimum of R50. I mean, how is the average student supposed to survive?

GIF: The Odyssey Online

Plek met die swart bank


My Potch-huis is F25 op die Noordwes-Universiteit Potchefstroomkampus (NWU-Puk). Een  gemaklike swart bank, ’n paar rekenaars en ’n lessenaar is omtrent al wat dit het, maar dit het al (en doen steeds) talle haweloses van die samelewing gehuisves.


Wapad, huis van die eksentrieke, die kleurvolle, die talentvolle, die nuuskierige, die naamlose, die ongeklassifiseerde.


My gunsteling plek in Potch is die Wapad-kantoor. Wapad is die studentekoerant van die NWU-Puk.

Wapad, huis van die eksentrieke, die kleurvolle, die talentvolle, die nuuskierige, die naamlose, die ongeklassifiseerde. Die plek waar lewenslange familiebande daagliks vorm.

As eerstejaar in 2014 het Wapad se deur vir my na ’n wêreld van aanvaarding, liefde en lewenswysheid oopgegaan. Ons loop nie met ons nuusneuse in die lug nie, behalwe wanneer ons stories uitsnuffel.

“Ons” – ek assosieer my steeds met Wapad, hoewel ek nie meer amptelik in dié nuuskantoor werk nie. Ons bly familie. Anders is dit so goed ek is nie meer van my ouers familie wanneer ek nie huur bydra nie, nè? Dít is steeds my tuiste en weerhou my nie om daagliks my huis en familie te besoek nie.

Die huisbewoners het al telkemale die son saam sien opkom terwyl daar laaste veranderinge voor saktyd aangebring moes word, of selfs wanneer hulle irrelevante klasopdragte vir die volgende dag moes voltooi.

Want Wapad is álles en wanneer jy hier betrokke is voel jy asof jy voltyds werk en deeltyds studeer. Op die swart Wapad-bank is middagslapies en nagrussies al ingewerk. Hier is al gedans, gehuil en baklei.

Dié nuuskantoor verloor net nie sy aantrekkingskrag nie. Dis die plek waar ek as “Wapad-baba” leer loop en grootgeword het. Waar ek eintlik vir die mediabedryf geskool is. Dit is my ouerhuis op die Potch-kampus. Ek en my Wapad-broers en –susters is lief vir mekaar en wanneer ek op kampus is, sal my voete my altyd na die deur op die hoek van F25 lei.

(Kyk hoe eet ek en Jeanelle koek op Wapad se 70ste in 2016!)


Van die ou en huidige redaksielede het op 1 Maart 2017 graad gevang.


Redaksielede wat Wapad in 2016 by Perdeby (Tuks) se mediakonferensie verteenwoordig het.


Ek en Jeanelle Greyling (oud-redakteur) druk koek in ons gesigte ter viering van Wapad se 70ste in 2016.


Wapad se 70ste (2016).


Wapad-dinee van 2015.


Puk-Kunste het wyn geskenk. Ons drink dit nå saktyd. (2016)




wil hê

jy moet

vir my h u i l,

dat ek die sout van

jou siel kan opslurp,

om te weet of jy suiwer

bedoelings met my het.

Asseblief huil, sodat ek kan

weet of jou water vars is of nie

…hou nou asseblíéf op huil,

want ons v e r d r i n k

in die brakwater


April 2015




(Vir C, my eerste liefde)

Bedags hardloop ek deur jou woud

om jou te verken

    opsoek na die warmte van jou son

       maar wanneer ek nader

         beweeg jy verder om my

    verward en verlore te laat.

                           Ek het elke dag in jou bos baljaar

                              totdat ek besef het: ek kan die bome

              nie deur die bos sien nie.

  Nou sit ek maar as dit skemer raak

      op my stoepmuur met bene wat oorhang

       en ’n bottel Tassies in die mond

    om jou pragkontras te waardeer

want dit is donker in jou woud en ék,

slaap met my naglig aan.

April 2015



(Vir S)

Jóú wil ek uitkots

soos gist’raand se mengsel rosé, vodka en lime, brandy en coke, en slaptjips.
Ek wens.
Sommerso in my kamerwasbak – dis vinniger.
Dié konkoksie –
Twee totjies sjarme
’n Moerse lot vals hoop
’n Lekseltjie misterie
Net-genoeg WhatsApp-boodskappe en
’n skyfie waansin aan die kant van die glas –
waarmee jy my bedien, plaas my ’n ruk in vervoering.
Tot die suur die volgende dag in my keel wegkruip. Ek beteken niks …
met hierdie kopseer en naarheid wil ek nie eers opstaan nie.
Omdat ek eintlik net in jou baard verstrengel wil wees, wurg ek aan my gedagtes oor jou.
Omdat ek eintlik net jou geïnkte seekathandjie wil vashou, is daar swart blertse op my hart.
Sodra ek byna aan jou verstik en die trane rol en ek opstaan
staan ek weer agter jóú toonbank…
Kan ek asseblief ’n double vodka and lime on the rocks kry, bartender?


Illustrasie: Kirsten Ulve