Lebo M’s made-in-Soweto northern suburbs soirée shows what kasi folks are made of
Oh, darlings, Shwashwi’s heels are still smoking from the glitz and grit of Lebo M’s “I’m From Soweto” bash at The Atrium in Rosebank, Jozi. The place was dripping with pride, legacy, and a healthy dose of Soweto swagger, but let’s not pretend everyone brought their A-game to this cultural cookout. Here’s the tea, served piping hot and with a side of shade.
First, let’s bow to Lebo M, the Grammy-grabbing king who turned Tladi’s dust into global gold. Thirty years of slaying stages and soundtracks? That’s not a glow-up; that’s a supernova.
The man’s a walking anthem, and that Orlando-Vilakazi Street billboard reveal stems from his childhood home?
Iconic.
It’s saying “I’m from Soweto, and I own the world.” Werk!
Hosting duties went to Tbo Touch, who strutted in with that Soweto-born charisma. Smooth as always, Touch kept the vibes high, but honey, did you have to milk every moment like it was your own tribute?
We get it, you’re a legend too – let Lebo’s spotlight shine for a hot second!
Now, the guest list was a who’s who of Mzansi’s finest… and a few who tried too hard.
Sophie Ndaba floated in like royalty – classy, timeless, and unbothered. Sis, you’re proof that grace ages like fine wine.
Vusi Nova? Vocals and vibes on lock, but that outfit screamed, “I got dressed in the dark.”
Darling, call Shwa next time, and the glam queen will sort you out. Khaya Dladla and Luyanda Zwane were serving looks and charm, mingling like they owned the room. But Langa Mavuso, darling, your voice is smoother than butter, but that brooding artist stare? Loosen up – it’s a party, not a poetry slam!
And TRESOR, love the hustle, but did you borrow that suit from your cousin’s matric dance? Fit check: declined.
Then there was Gauteng Premier Panyaza Lesufi, who rolled in to drop some political speech. Sir, we love the support, but those dance moves during the toast? A national emergency. Stick to speeches!
The evening’s high note? That sneak peek of Lebo M’s Cape Town concert on April 18. If it’s half as electric as this tribute, Table Mountain might just shimmy. But the real gag was the crowd chanting, “Creams are made. Creams are born.”
Deep, but Shwa’s side-eye caught a few guests who are more sour milk than cream. You know who you are – stop posing and start producing.
Shwa’s final word: Lebo M’s legacy is untouchable, and this night proved Soweto’s spirit can light up the globe.
But next time, some of y’all need to leave the try-hard at home and just bask in the brilliance. Till the next roast, my loves – stay fabulous, or I’ll call you out!
