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John Legend set to Wow SA Ladies this August


It is official, international headlining sensation John Legend will be back in SA for an exclusive and intimate show to celebrate Women’s Day this August at the Sandton Convention City on August 10th. He will be supported by SA songstress / Idols judge Unathi Msengana and multiple SAMA winning outfit MiCasa.

Cleverly leaked on social networks mid last week, Trademark Entertainment today announced their partnership with SABC3 to bring the iconic musician to SA in celebration of women all over the country. The night is especially dedicated to SA ladies but promises to entertain and wow all John Legend fans alike.

With the inclusion of two of SA’s hottest acts at the moment, the choice was obvious to include the talented, sexy and sassy Unathi and the SA favourites MiCasa to the line-up. Event ambassador Minnie Dlamini who will MC the show, tweeted that the night will offer a more intimate show than all his previous SA concerts. “This intimate seated show only offered a limited number of fans an experience to remember,” stated MetroFM’s Tbo Touch on his radio show last week.

With only 4000 tickets on sale nationwide, sales opened this week at Computicket. General access tickets are available for R900 while VIP costs R1400. For a more exclusive experience, VVIP tickets / hospitalities packages are also available at R1750 via special bookings on 011 844 1103

 

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The Weave-Less Revolution


Black women are transitioning. They are cutting off their chemically straightened hair and are now embracing their natural kinky Afro texture. As a man, I have no say in the matter, but as an objective observer I just want to highlight the growing movement. My prejudice against weave and chemically prepared hairdos forced me to examine how I feel about this transition with more honesty than ever before.

What I find remarkable about this new trend is the way it’s spreading to black women all over the world. Many are transitioning silently without much fanfare. Some are inspired by friends and family who have forsaken their weave tendencies. What amazes me most is that this is not an angry movement. Women are not saying the movement is to combat Eurocentric ideals of beauty, but rather, this is a movement characterised by self-discovery and acceptance.

Black hair and the black body generally have long been the topic of discussion for most African women. Demonstrating this level of self-acceptance represents a powerful evolution in black female expression. Saying out loud “I’m black and I’m proud” is one thing, believing it is another.

So the transition movement is much more profound and much more powerful, I personally believe it offers great life lessons in self-acceptance for people of all races and genders.  As a male, I’m fully behind this revolution. No more weave in the shower, bed or on my clothes!

Real Talk

 

By Prince Nyandeni

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Dineo Ranaka’s new show – Dineo’s Diary’s: A mogul in the making


Dineo Ranaka wasn’t joking when she wrote, ”Invest in me today and avoid the rush tomorrow –  R.A.D.I.O – Realize Accept Dineo Is Outstanding! The devil himself fears me!” Dineo will star in her own new reality TV show on the vibrant youth channel Vuzu.

Titled Dineo’s Diary: A Mogul in the Making, the show follows Dineo Ranaka as she balances motherhood, family and her career while taking viewers through the highs and lows of her life as she pursues her dream to become a mogul.

“With the positive reaction to Forever Young being based on the hard work, failures and successes of three young men, we felt it was time to showcase the life of a strong outspoken female in the industry working hard to build her empire,” says Solly Moeng, Acting Head Of Youth Channels.

Ranaka could not contain her excitement about the show, “I want to use myself as a case study for a lot of young entrepreneurs. You read about people like Patrice Motsepe but few know how he got to where he is. So here I am. Watch me do it. It won’t be easy. I have stumbled but I will always dust myself off as I embark on my journey to build my empire,” says Dineo Ranaka.

Ranaka is not just the star of the show but is also the Executive Producer. “It’s exciting entering the world of television from radio. I am confident about this production as I am working with a solid team. Vuzu is trendy and fashion forward and are the leaders in reality TV,” she adds.

Now that explains all those Dineo’s Diary hashtags on  her Twitter timeline!

- By Innocent Ndlovu

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Why Men Hate Women


Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past year or so, you’ll remember how serial bad boy radio jock Gareth Cliff got the whole country riled up with his observation that “22 year old girls do nothing but lie on their backs with their legs open!”

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Gareth Cliff

The comment followed from an interview with 22 year old AIDS activist Angela Larken, who started working with charities from the age of 19. When taken in context, the comment isn’t too terrible – if you’re completely soul-less – and, considering it’s Gareth Cliff we’re talking about, the comment is almost PC.

It’s no secret that Cliff is a misogynist – he clearly hates women – but compared to some of the comments I’ve read online and heard casually uttered by acquaintances, Cliff positively adores women.

I remember the first time I read ‘The Kanga and the Kangaroo Court’ by Mmatshilo Motsei about the Jacob Zuma rape trail and how people just demonised the alleged victim. She went from being a rape victim to being this gold-digging, psycho witch who had ask for it and deserved what she got.

This response shocked me because for the first time, I realised that this was what real sexism is. Sexism sometimes wears a clown mask, but no matter how funny the joke about the midget and the receptionist, the truth is that the male of the species has a real hate-love-hate relationship with women.

I once dated this guy, we’ll call him X (see what I did there?) and we were at that stage in our relationship where everything is cute to no one but the people in the relationship.

X would put his friends on speaker when he was with me and I thought it was the most adorable thing ever (don’t judge me, I was young), until the day he told one of his friends about me and the friend replied, “Okay, she’s smart. But is she pretty?”

Pretty women sell things, be it fried chicken, skin lightening cream or cars, and there’s nothing wrong with that. The problem starts when women are seen as nothing beyond background decoration for men, even powerful women whose looks have absolutely nothing to do with their job description.

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Entrepreneur Diaries: Tshego Chanda Brown – The Lady Behind Sebilo Creations


Tshego Chanda BrownIt is difficult to run a business in a country where home-brewed products and services are not supported and embraced as they should be. But, this didn’t stop the Mafikeng-born Tshego Chanda from starting her own furniture business. She is the mastermind behind Sebilo Creations, a business which offers an array of services including architecture, interior design, contemporary furniture design and furniture manufacturing.

Where It All Began

As a teenager I was quite creative with everything I touched. Friends thought I would pursue a career in the fashion industry, but interior design chose me. At the tender age of 13, I designed floor drawing layouts for my mother’s house – the house was built from the drawings. I was present at every construction stage though I didn’t know anything about building materials apart from brick, cement, sand and stone aggregate.

I also used to play around with furniture layout in the house; I felt the urge to re-arrange my mother’s furniture at any given time because it wasn’t aesthetically pleasing, and that usually got me into trouble. I was finally introduced to architecture and interior design in Grade 12.

Taking a Step Further

After I matriculated I enrolled for studies in Architecture at the former Technikon Pretoria. Five months into the course I was employed by an architectural firm in Pretoria. My love for furniture and interior design magnified when I was designing houses. The passion I have for this industry inspired my career choice, and this led me to start my own company.

Business Background

Sebilo Creations is a young company which aims to apply an African feel to its products. I registered the business in 2008 and operations started in 2009. The name was inspired by a Setswana idiom “bana ba mmala o sebilo” directly translated “children of the soil (of a darker skin).” African people are known to be hard, strong and warm – these characteristics are translated into Sebilo Creations team and work ethic.

Challenges

Finance was the greatest challenge in getting the business off ground. I had no funding back up. I had to fund the business from my own pocket. It would have been great if I had had a mentor to guide me through this journey and advising on crucial elements of the business. I relied on the internet for information. I also asked friends and family for advice and I read self-help books.

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Girl Fight: Why Females Can’t Stand Each Other


First, let me qualify that statement: this article is not referring to women but to girls. And, to quote a friend, “Girls hate each other and women compete with each other.” This is a very fine distinction at the best of times but it’s an important distinction nonetheless.

Right, now that that’s been said, back to my girl-hating girls.

A while ago, I was with a mixed group of friends (girls and boys) when we were joined by a second – equally mixed group. The guys immediately started chatting to each other about all kinds of things, from soccer to the best car wash to who had the best gadgets. They argued, laughed and generally behaved like boys.

The girls, on the other hand, simply refused to so much as look at each other, and when they did, the tension grew until it was – as they say – thick enough to cut with a blunt knife. One could almost feel the judgements and the unspoken comments in the air between the two groups of females.

This uncomfortable situation naturally got me thinking about why girls don’t get along.

After exhaustive research and a lot of denial from my female friends, I was close to giving up when the answer – strangely enough – came from a guy. His theory is that females can’t stand each other because they don’t have a healthy outlet for their natural competitive instincts.

Historically, society has expected us to be good and polite and sweet. A lady doesn’t fight in the street or speak loudly, and if you weren’t a ‘lady’ you were, by default, a ‘straatmate’. And believe me when I tell you, no one wants to be a straatmate!

So we are expected to be nice but then we are thrust into competition with other girls. From who’s the prettiest baby in the hospital to who had the best-looking boyfriend in high school; a girl’s life is an endless gladiator blood sport and the one who can smile the widest while wishing you’d drop dead is the winner!

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The Cheating Game: Why Men Lie and Women Lie Better


A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine asked why, when women cheat, they feel the need to confess everything to their boyfriends.

This, for obvious reasons, got me thinking. Not about cheating itself, but about the various ways cheating manifests in relationships. One thing women seem to accept as inevitable is the fact that their men will cheat on them at some point.

We have even gone so far as to categorise the different ways our boyfriends, partners and husbands cheat. For example, Pam could draw the line at him not coming home all weekend, while Nthabi doesn’t mind as long as he doesn’t impregnate his side-chick.

Women, where is your pride? Don’t you believe you deserve better than this? Why do we accept such treatment?

As a black woman living in a village, a kasi or a suburb, we have all heard our elders say things like: “Monna ke selepe wa adimisanwa,” and “Basadi ba feta banna ka palo.”

Loosely, this translates to: “a man is an axe, anyone can use him” and “women outnumber men.” Our mothers, aunts, grandmothers repeat these words and, through repetition, make them self-fulfilling prophecies.

This licentiousness not only normalises the behaviour, it makes cheating positively mandatory. It’s become as much a part of our culture that if a man who doesn’t cheat is somehow less of a man.

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Gender Roles


Recently I have gone through a life-altering experience. I have welcomed a new being into my life. During a conversation with a couple of friends we mentioned our childhoods and the ways in which we were raised. I remember my childhood years quite vividly and very fondly, they were amongst the happiest times in my existence. As I recounted my memories to my friends they were utterly aghast at the role my father played in my upbringing. I was equally shocked by their response and disbelief in the reversal of gender roles.

To paint you, reader, a picture of my childhood, I grew up in a kasi during the eighties. It was a time where children played those old school games in the streets until they were red with dust. A period where a mere fifty cents could buy all the snacks your little heart could dream of.  Yes, in my home the roles based on gender were contrary to those held by tradition.

My mother worked at the local hospital; she owned and drove a vehicle. My father also owned his vehicle but he had taken an early retirement package from his workplace which meant that he was home, most o the time. My father, as an African man, I believe, was quite ahead of his time. I have fantastic memories of him getting me ready for a day at the day care. I recall him teaching me the Freedom Charter of 1955, and teaching me how to tell time. We would sit together having coffee, I felt all so grown up. To me he was a positive male role model; I do not know how he felt about those times, and the role he played. Culturally, an African man who would play a pivotal role in raising a child in the manner that my father did would be viewed as an emasculated man.

Traditionally, women are the ones expected to rear the children, while the men are away from the homestead. Whilst the men are away, the women are the ones shaping the kind of person the child will become when they are adults. Raising children is one of life’s important and challenging tasks, as that person will have a part in shaping the future.  When the men are away from home, they are missing out on quality time with their child; quality time which they could use to fill the void and to create a balance in the life and the outlook of the child.

On my personal journey, I will be raising a boy child. He will grow up without an emphasis on gender work division, or any gender specific roles. I will do this in the hopes to shape a man who will have respect for gender equality in all aspects of life.

Opposing that cultural and traditional belief, men, particularly African men, should be encouraged to play a more participatory role in raising their offspring, in that way, they imprint a personal stamp on the future adult.

 

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The Bad Girl Effect: Why We Love Bad Girls


Khanyi Mbau pic from SowetanLive

South Africa loves its bad girls.

We pretend to be outraged, saddened, disgusted by their behaviour. But secretly we love them and all the accompanying drama and chaos in their lives.

Of course, being the conservative society we are, the whiff of impropriety that seems to hover over our bad girls makes us shrink back in horror. Unfortunately it is rarely enough to stop us from obsessively cataloguing all their faults and playing pseudo-psychologists to explain why these poor souls deserve sympathy not censure.

Khanyi Mbau has been SA’s bad girl since her debut on the small screen and our fascination with her peaked this weekend when naked pictures of her were allegedly leaked over Twitter.

Those who have appointed themselves custodians of our moral lives and immortal souls were immediately up in arms denouncing her scandalous behaviour. All the while making sure we all see the pictures by tweeting and retweeting the links.

This rabid denouement ensured the la Mbau trended well into the night in a way that would make any PR savvy media figure salivate. What interests me, however, is not Ms. Mbau’s second debut in her birthday suit. Far from it.

What caught my attention was the Twitter frenzy surrounding the eponymous #boobgirl. Yes, Boobgirl (The strangely appropriate name that a young lady was immediately christened with upon her debut on Twitter). If I need to explain the name, you are too young and should stop reading right now.

My point – and yes I do have a point – is that even as we reacted with shock and awe, even as we discussed ad nauseam our revulsion and pity… we clicked the follow button.

The upshot is that within a few short hours, this young lady had reached over a thousand new followers, a feat that many of us view not with a little envy. All she did was flash her admittedly impressive mammaries and South Africa was spellbound. Captivated. Tit-illated.

Let me say it again. South Africa loves its bad girls.

Admittedly, it’s more a love/hate relationship than any healthy fascination. In public we tut disapprovingly at their stunts but in private, we cheer them on because the world loves non-conformity; we like it when they score and watch gleefully as they crash and burn.

From Brenda Fassie to Vinolia Mashego to Nonhle Thema, our ‘love-to-hate-em’ relationship with bad girls is well-documented. We cheered for Ntsiki in the popular soapie Generations and picked Brooke over the sugar sweet Taylor in the Bold & The Beautiful, despite (or because of) her outrageous behaviour.

And why shouldn’t we? Bad girls are cheeky and arrogant and their stars burn bright while they are in the public eye. And maybe that’s why we love them. They say what we wish we could say, do all the crazy things we wish we could do and – more importantly – they appear to get away with it.

Think about that the next time you are tempted to turn your nose up at a bad girl, ask yourself one question: will my disapproval influence this bad girls’ behaviour in any way? The answer probably won’t surprise you and it just might stop you from pressing that retweet button and ensuring she gets all the attention she craves.

Take that, bad girls!

 

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16 Days Against Woman And Child Abuse: Who are the 16 days for?


349 days to privately beat my girlfriend and child up, I think I could deal with that. This is exactly what 16 days of Activism against Woman and Child Abuse screams to me. 16 days to contain myself, restrain any urges that may just pop up in anger. These urges show who wears the pants; a reminder to show that I am the man! And the rest of the year? Well, after the 16 days, I can sort of try and deal with this nasty habit. I don’t want to slip up and slap her up, but if I do it by mistake, it’s okay. I mean I have been doing it all this time and it’s been ignored all these years, just as long as it doesn’t happen during the 16 days of activism.

Well perhaps, I’m taking it a bit too literally, but when I do raise my arm to her, every sense of “literal” lands on her face with a solid thud. There is no “figure of speech” in a punch or a kick, and a swinging belt connecting to her face. Yes, whenever my arm goes back getting ready to hit her I get to work on my golf swing – just an added bonus in maintaining my healthy cardio workout program – but just as long as it isn’t within the 16 days of activism.

Let’s, for a second, just visualize the 16 days of activism; a young man, standing next to his child, raising his arm in motion ready to strike, as his arm creeps closer to the child’s untainted face…  A deep godly like voice cracks in from the heavens, with lightning and thunder in the nick-of-time, “Young man, the 16days are not over yet, 4 days to go, and all shall be back to normal….you’ll deal with the little bugger then.”

Looking at it, 16 days just doesn’t add up! Perhaps then, it could be said, if you hold back and contain your ‘beating up tendencies’ for 16 days, you are on the right path to recovering. If you can hold back for 16 days, then you should be able to hold back for the rest of the year. Well, the only problem is, the rest of the year is 349 days! 16 is zilch, naught, nothing in comparison to the rest of the year, flip, in comparison to the rest of your lives together!

So who are these 16 days for then? Is it to hold him back and permit you a break for just 16 days, or is it for you to pack your bags and go? If that’s the case, 16 days are just perfect. Enough to recuperate, put a game plan in place, decide on the escape route, choose the day of freedom, organise a place to live, and well, leave and live your life.

16 days of activism against women and child abuse, not too convinced about that, but 16 days to develop Mission Leave-his-sorry-beating-up-self, well that I could deal with and support fully.

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My World 2 Tonight with Seipei Mashugane


Tonight on SABC 1 at 9pm we are once again introduced to larger than life Mzansi personality who excels in her field. We meet an extraordinary woman who dared herself into being different by following her dreams and owning a bike. Seipei Mashugane, a divorcee and mother of two, takes us on a ride towards her path of recovering from separation, starting a charity drive and finding herself through the speed and adrenaline of a Harley Davidson. She shows us just how one should be resilient and stubborn when fighting to make your dreams, ambitions and goals tangible and enjoying life while doing so.  Catch her story on SABC1 Mzansi FoSho

Blessings,
Poppy Pops Vilakazi

   

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2 Minutes with Aldecia Molaudzi


Other than the glitz and glamour that come with being a top model, there’s also hard work that meets someone who aims at doing more than just walking on a ramp in designer wear.  24 year old Tzaneen-born Aldecia Molaudzi, the managing director of Sethabisa sa Borwa, also known as 2SAB, a modelling and casting agency is proof that it is through passion regardless of the industry you are in, that guarantees success.

Molaudzi, a voice over artist, motivational speaker, business woman and actress in her own right, has worked her way towards making a name for herself. I asked her just a few questions on who she is, what she does and why she does it:

Being in the media/ entertainment industry is hard enough, now being an agent is even harder! What makes what you do so difficult?

People expect me to make their dreams come true in the industry. I wish they would understand that being an agent means I am only a vessel and that their “big break” depends entirely on either the director or producer of the show. It’s hard seeing someone join my agency but not find work or knowing that I have failed someone.

What’s the one thing you wish you’d known before you got into the industry?

This industry can be so fake and at times so lonely! You need to know who your true friends are out there.

10 years from now what would you like to have achieved for yourself?

I would like to be a brand. I want to have built an empire and be the greatest I can be. My purpose here on earth is to make a difference because it is what I am called for, and I haven’t yet achieved that. I want to touch and change lives through 2SAB Models and also through the foundation I am currently busy with that seeks to empower young people.

What has been the highlight of your career thus far?

The biggest break to date for 2SAB Models has definitely been casting Ntombi’s  baby on Generations. Also, being an MC at the BMF Women’s Awards in 2009 in Polokwane, and working closely with SA’s top musicians like Big Nuz, Slikour, HHP, to name just a few. I’ve recently landed one of my models a huge contract with Mr. Price, which is a huge achievement for us.

Are you living your dreams and are you content?

Yes! I am in the journey, this is my dream and this is what I wanted, and I still want more. My job makes me happy and it doesn’t even feel like I’m working because I genuinely love what I do.

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#Women’s Month Series: Tumelo Mothotoane


Being Women’s Month, I wanted to find a few women from different walks of life all pushing their dreams towards their journey in finding their own fulfilment. I wanted to find out just who they are when they aren’t behind or on camera. I needed to know each of their stories with an emotional and feminine touch to it.

Meet…

Tumelo Mothotoane, a second year media and psychology student at Wits University. After waiting for months to meet with her, I finally got the chance out of her busy life to get just a peak into who this twenty year old woman is. She is a media and marketing manager, MC and forms part of the Miss Soweto judging panel. She’s also a blogger and current affairs journalist on campus. Her most famous role is her presenting job on one of Soweto TV’s most popular show SISTAS a young women’s talk show that draws inspiration, advice and education from young women living in Mzansi.

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It’s a Man’s World!


 


I walk through the mall confident in my skin. Strutting in my heels and unafraid of being black in 2011. Proud to be an African I see men stare at me. Car keys in my right hand and purse with hard earned money in my left. Sure and glad to be alive, I see them examine me. My wealth, success and fortune are written all over me. Long working hours mixed with no weekends, it’s who I am. I symbolise dedication combined with passion. They gaze and look away rolling their eyes at me. I hear their thoughts as they think: “As rich as she may be, she had to lay with a he in order to be all you see.”

 

Blessings,

Poppy “Pops” Vilakazi

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