The Blunt Smoker’s Guide To The One Love Collective






It’s late in the afternoon. You’re slowly meandering down a river of post nine to five traffic as it flows between banks of concrete lined by tall buildings. The sun is setting and you are lost in your thoughts. The reflected glint of dusk hued sunlight reflecting off the triple glazed windows of some business premises or other permits you a glimpse of why Johannesburg is called the city of gold.
Then whoosh…

A small, strong wind repeatedly blows into the car in short rapid bursts, a taxi hoots (at what only a few have ever deciphered) and you look up out of the kiddie pool of thoughts you had been lounging in to see a team of fearless skate boarders coasting through traffic like the Silver surfer does the cosmos.


You think to yourself WTF? Are those guys crazy? Do they have medical aid, or a death wish?

The answer is most definitely NO to all of the above.

What they do have is a desire to experience life to the fullest, to be free from any conventional constraints, to push themselves to the limits of their ability and to excel only in being their best. This is what I’ve come to learn from being in the midst of the skating community.

This is an introduction to The One Love Collective.


The One Love Collective are a group of youths that are changing the face of the inner city, utilising spaces that most would pass in a blink of an eye and disregard as waste even faster than that.
A non-profit organisation geared towards the promotion of skate boarding in, but not limited to, the inner city communities.
Through a diversity of endeavours the One Love Collective directs its energy towards the empowerment, education and upliftment of the youth through the medium of skate boarding. The development of young people with the capacity to utilise their inherent potential to overcome the challenges of life and growing up in the testing context of the African urban environment.


The aptly named moving indoor skate park, The Void, is one of their principle projects. Currently in its third manifestation, The Void has recently been opened again in the Maboneng Precinct of Jeppestown Johannesburg. In a place defined by the regeneration of underutilised space, the One Love Collective is redefining the definition. Inhabiting places determined as empty ‘voids’ yet to be filled by the dominating expansion that is Maboneng, the One Love Collective’s mobile indoor skate park has been and continues to create a safe haven for inner city kids to develop and refine their skating skills.

Hand built and home grown, the park is an evolving manifestation of the grittiness and drive that defines the City of Gold.

If you want to #EnterTheVoid: kick, push and coast your way over to 308 Fox Str. at the T.F.E  House across the street from the only skate shop in the inner-city Home Grwn.

You can follow the continuing story of the One Love Collective through the following channels:













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Teaching the Integral Way of uniting with the great and mysterious Tao.


The teachings are simple; if one tries to make a religion or a science of them, that one they will elude.

Profound yet plain, they contain the entire Truth of the Universe.


Those who wish to know the whole truth take joy in doing the work and service that comes to them. Having completed it, they take joy in cleansing and feeding themselves.

Having cared for others and for themselves, they then turn to the Master for Instruction.


This simple path leads to Peace, Virtue, and Abundance.

 Lao Tzu x Brian Walker x The Guide






There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born.
It is serene.


The Blunt Smoker’s Guide to Jammin’ N Ting: An African Festival Pilgrimage




I have never been to a primarily African oriented festival before. I have been to festivals. Many, many festivals. This is a first time for me on so many levels.  So I’m very excited to be going to Jammin’N Ting festival held annually over Easter weekend at the foot of the Maluti mountains.

Rustlers valley to be more specific.

To be even more specific; Naledi Cultural Village is the name of the spot on the map one will be heading towards in order to get to the festival gate. The line-ups of previous years have always enticed me to making this pilgrimage and finally this year I am going. I have imagined that the sonic memories that I would come back with would stay with me for a very long time and effect a significant shift in my exposure and appreciation of music, perhaps even elevating my consciousness.




So The Guide reached out to the olsky-wolsky from way back in the day, Sir True Anikulapo Jones, to find out a bit about the festival, his participation, and what kinda jamming and what kinda tings make this festival.

The Blunt Smoker’s Guide:

Greetings earthling. How long have you been involved with the J&T fest and what contribution do you make?

True Anikulapo Jones:

I think I have been there for three years but I can’t be sure, I have had times at Jammin’ when the recollection of the night before is hazed. I guess it is a true escape for me. (Haha).2011. I first got involved as a DJ while hosting StereoDtox , with Lwazi Prolific , Christine Msibi and feature slots by DJ Medicine

DJ Medicine

and Vegetarian Chef.  So Lwazi and I went as an MC, DJ duo representing the radio show . This year I am more involved, assisting with admin and effort of the back-end of a festival.


The Guide:

What is your favourite thing about J&T?


The escape at the foot of the Maluti. The lyrics of the song by Foreign Exchange I think puts it rightly ; “Good music , good people , good loving, it makes me happy.”

Grounds for a Festivali_i

The Guide:

What are your thoughts on the seeming lack of festivals that cater to a primarily Black demographic in SA?

Black Africa


I or anyone else would be naive to completely charge the lack of festivals on promoters. One must take a closer look at the audience, if we are speaking of the “camp out” festival. The market is a small one, with a smaller demographic keen on the camping experience. Perhaps we need to think of and work towards creating festivals that are a “black friendly” interpretation of the experience.  That is an expensive process, but possible.

The Guide:

Do you think we will see more African festivals for Africans in South Africa?

Black Land


Yes . Our world views and appeal to international acts/audiences is growing.  I am also seeing a growing interest to explore. The people are beginning to want more than the current norm.

True Anikulapo


The Guide:

Why do you think Black South African Youth are, what one might call averse, to travelling out of town, into nature to enjoy experiences such as Jammin’ n Ting?



Comforts zones are tough ones to invite people out of.  Many have to first get rid of the idea that travel and exploration means white towels and departure terminals. The festival goers and promoters need to also tackle our responsibility and give them the medicine with some sugar. Jah Seed

We must improve on the reasons they should venture out.  

The Guide:

Please relate one of your most memorable J&T moments.


There are so many and the one I remember most is not one to be shared. Not yet at least, perhaps in a future autobiography or memoires. I can say though, that the naturalness of Naledi Village makes it a grand place to create your own. Black lips


The Guide:

What can festival revelers look forward to at this years J&T?


The line up is always grand because the DJ’s and acts that come together to create a 3 day soundtrack are ones that dare to play only “Good Music”.  This year I am excited by hearing Impande Core and the acts coming from Lesotho . There is a cave too …

The Guide:

What’s the recipe, what ingredients go into cooking up a True Jones JNT set?

Farmer True


African music for African people with a sprinkling of funk and a dash of afrobeat . The rest is a secret to be only revealed at JNT . Fair?

The Guide:

Fair. Thank you so Much Brother Jones. Looking forward to you doing your thing at the festival this year. People can also catch True Jones doing his thing at Afro_Futuristic Fridays this week in Braamfontein.

Afro-Futuristic Fridays



The Blunt Smokers Guide To Spain

My name is Gaz and I am a teacher.


It’s rather a weird thing since I was such a massive soft serve turd of a student. For some reason though, I’m pretty damn good at my job… nah… fuck it… I’m fucking AMAZING at it!!!

Anyway, I teach children and teenagers, which at first is somewhat intimidating. I’ve done some shit in my life, but standing in front of a full class of Spanish 12-year-olds can make any persons palms sweat (well, especially if you’re a catholic priest, but that’s an entirely different story, for an entirely different day). Something you may not know about the Spanish, is that they are, hmmm, how shall I put this, uh, somewhat FUCKING RACIST!!!! Not in the offensive North Pretoria ‘Apartheid never ended donker sleutel, get back to work’ sorta way, but more, ‘I’m Just an ignorant prick’ sorta way.

Angry 'cause it's over.

Angry ’cause it’s over.

I mean, really, get with the goddamn program, we have seen enough to get over the whole race bullshit already!!! No? It’s just me??? Well fine then…

So… there I am, taking this class, introducing myself to these kids, and I have this routine, see. I play a game of hang man, with my name as a subject of the game. Once they’ve guessed my name, I ask where it’s from, eventually they guess that it’s from Ireland. Great! Well done you stupid little cocksuckers… whoops, I really don’t know where that came from!! Next, I get the little snot smugglers to guess where I’m from… America… Nope… Spain… ??? Really!!!! SPAIN!!! DO I LOOK SPANISH???? Nope… Australia …. Yes … Really? NOPE!….

You get the idea….

Eventually I get them to guess South Africa. They never believe me. And often for the same reason….

‘You’re not black… How can you be from South Africa?’

So, this is supposed to be about smoking, and it is. It is about smoking in Spain, which is pretty damn awesome. And this is exactly the reason I started with the background that I chose. You see, having moved to Spain to escape the bitter in the mouth and the sharp stab in the chest that Jozies is to me, I was initially gobsmacked by Spain. Reeling from the crisis, it had the sense of hard times, but not as grand hard times as you’d expect, more like the hard times of waking up from a siesta and not feeling like going to work.

Seriously!!! Talk about walking down the road to work at 10:00 (yeah, I start classes earliest at ten o’clock… I’ll let you process that for a bit…) and seeing people drinking beer at the street cafes… Yup, fuck that crisis shit, I’m a drink a motherfucking beer BITCH!!!

I was pretty charmed; it really seemed I had found some like-minded individuals… And this was all before I had investigated their cannabis legislation. That was when I really fell in love. You see, Spain has decided that all this nonsense of a war on drugs helps no-one, and much like her neighbour Portugal did a few years back, Spain has decriminalised cannabis, allowing for any treatment to be healthcare based and not criminally based. Is that so fucking hard? Why, when the drug debate rages, do people have to lump in all the other drugs in with cannabis? If we simply look at the various effects, they are in no way comparable, but this is not the place for this discussion.

The bottom line is that it is legal to grow and legal to smoke. It is not legal to buy or sell. This is fantastic, especially if you’ve been here for long enough to be able to grow. It is not so good if you haven’t been able to grow, because it is near to impossible to find some beautiful clean green supreme for sale.



Hash is everywhere, but not so much the green.


1+1= winning

And now we get to the crux of this here novel.

The older I get, the more nerve-wracking it becomes to hook up a new supplier. I think it’s because I look like a narc.

Undercover Narc much?

Undercover Narc much?

Shaved head facial hair and a fondness for chinos, button ups and sunnies don’t really help the image. So what, I’m in my thirties, I like chinos. Living in a country that doesn’t speak English doesn’t help. Doing this sort of transaction in my broken Spanish would probably make for a good candid camera.

Fortunately, I managed to make a connection. A somewhat intimidating looking Moroccan with what we will term as fair to moderate amount of tattoos. By which I mean a fuck load… an absolute fuck load. This guy is pretty fucking scary looking, just in case I under sold that.

The first time I went to hook up I was dressed in my narcish best. I got to his building and texted him.

‘Sube’ ( pronounced Sue-beh)

Huh? I texted my wife, who speaks Spanish, and she translates it as increase. Huh?

‘Hola amigo… yo no hablo mucho Espagnol… Que es sube?’

‘Come up’


So I do. Up I go. The lights don’t work, the building’s dark, getting slightly nervous now. I climb the stairs, one flight, two… There’s a door that’s partially open and light is spilling out into the musty and dark stairwell. I walk towards it like a man in a desert drawn to an oasis.

I reach the door and behind it is the aforementioned Moroccan. We greet each other and he asks me a question, which I don’t understand due to my aforementioned lack of Spanish. He pushes past me and closes the door. Not sure if that was a glare or if he just always looks pissed off. He asks me how much I want. I understood something!!! I tell him how much.

And then he pulls out a knife. As in a knife the size of which would probably be appropriate to pull out after saying ‘you call that a knife?’you call that a knife He turns on the gas stove and starts heating it up. Did I mention that I was nervous? Well at this point I was slightly more so.

It was at that point that I noticed that the thing on the kitchen counter wasn’t a chopping board but rather it was big block of hash. And that was when the scary Moroccan took the now well heated scary knife and chopped off a chunk for me. Didn’t even weigh it. I wasn’t going to ask him to either… He did have a knife after all.

And so I went home, no longer nervous, but excited. Something of a spring in my step you might say.

And that’s where I’m going to end, with the thought that no matter where you are, when you hook up for the first time after any significant absence, it immediately puts a spring in your step, a bit of zest to your life, and that alone will always take me back. It will always take me back to rain drenched, hot sunny, evaporating steamy streets of Jozies. Spring stepping from the hook up to the smoke up in one of the many different places that I loved to smoke at around that bitter-sweet city