Sabelo Ayanda Lushaba 'Juba': Ghetto Fractions

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Sabelo Ayanda Lushaba "Juba" performs Ghetto Fractions at the Johannesburg event of The Spoken Word Project.
24 May 2013
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Juba mfwethu. Even in 2025, I still watch and listen to your poems. Continue resting in peace, young man.

MlungisiHlongwane-qz
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2024 i still come back here to witness greatness, a talent ahead of its time 🔥🔥🔥

tsotsi.vantoeka
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Every now and then these words come to my mind and I remember the loss we experienced. You were too good for this world. I am honoured to have experienced you and to have seen your talent live. Qhubeka ulale ngokuthula Juba. Your words will live forever

NtobekoMkhonza
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Mxolisi Just the greatest minds in Heaven. Rest well Mxo and Continue to rest well Juba mfanakithi

siphelelembili
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I had to come here today 19 November 2019 because it is the exact same day u left us in 2013, RIP my dawg, u left us with great memories, Jubalala neon yokuthula

lizozoz
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RIP Juba. It was the other day when I came across his poems and his talent was not of this world, would have loved to watch him perform, He was the best.

olivermukena
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Still the greatest poem I've ever heard!

lindongobese
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You were such pure talent, im glad i had the opportunity to see you perform live. RIP ♥

MsKay
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I'm humbled. You live on through your art Juba

zktngub
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This poem, this poet... :( Rest  in blessings Ayanda.

nontobekomzolo
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Watching this in 2025….. Goodbye my brother forever in our hearts ♾️

smilomkhize
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Rest in peace Lushaba. You will be missed

khanyisilegumede
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Mshana wami I still remember you, yazi these days I see what you we talking about

siphogumbi
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Rest in Peace my friend, through your words you live on in our hearts! #KeenArtists  

IamClaro
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"EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WAS JUST TO WAKE ME UP FROM SLEEPING BUT NEVER STOP DREAMING."

Kidtrippy
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I never knew this poet till he was dead....I only wonder what led him to see himself as he did in his last poem: A Useless life for the taking...and why he looked forward to dying....

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