Molemo was brought up in Rockey Street in Yeoville but like everyone else, moved on.  On paper, she’s a full-time Anthropology masters student at Wits but actually also an artist, writer, researcher and cultural programs coordinator at a local NGO – Nobody in Jozi has one job right? All Joburgers do too much, too fast and with an extra eye open and that’s what feeds its insatiable energy.

Alhough Johannesburg changes so fast, its layers of history’s dirt remain (as is evident in the trip from airport to town). I love the fact that Joburg began as a city of cowboys and gold tsotsies. How can anyone think it would become anything less than a modern version of its beginnings? The mine dumps may be disappearing, but ‘underground’ has and will always be the real Joburg.

Her other favorite cities? She hasn’t really got one yet (she’s only ever been to Singapore, Harare, London and Maputo – which are all cool but not favorites. Oh! and Mahe which is technically a capital city, of the Seychelles, but only has one traffic light, so it doesn’t count).

Her route to and from the airport to the city (what counts as the city?) is out the exit (follow the Joburg white lettering on the road or you will get lost!), Down the N12, head west along Broadway, right on Apollonia, into Hillbrow on Saratoga, past Ponte (that once belonged to Mobutu!), past the cathedral, past the Greek Orthodox church, past the old synagogue that’s now part crèche – part pub, past Joubert Park and the new Gautrain station and right onto Harrison str.

Follow Molemo round Johannesburg… I think Joburg is quite highly dependent on events periods (Arts Alive, Joy of Jazz, Pride Parade, Dance Umbrella etc). But when ‘nothing’s on’, a weekend probably starts with sushi at Hokkaido (cheap!) with girlfriends, and maybe drinks at Soph’town or Cappello’s in Newtown if we’re in a ridiculous mood. Summer Saturdays are for sunshine, starts with muesli for breakfast on Langerman’s Kop (I like to refer to it as my back yard) to the sounds of guinea fowl and police sirens. Picnic lunch at Gilloolys or Emmarentia (take along the 30 Seconds boardgame!). And supper at the HoN or the Radium. Sundays begin at the old granny Methodist Church down the road (there is a lady there who’s 91!) and most of the day will be spent at home. If I’m up for something later in the day, any variant Soweto session – splash jam (Dube), Thesis (Mofolo) or Street Pop (also Dube) etc. etc. – there’s a session for every Sunday.