To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget; that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrows, is always a measure of what has gone before.
I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided all that means that I am sapiosexual..
AARGH! there’s so much I want to say about this video..I LOVE THIS SONG!…the first time I heard it was at Zwagga night, Kdagga (?) and some kids were doing a great bounce which is now forever burned on my brain because I keep trying (and failing) to do it.
Videos sell songs, not the other way around. We all know that these are two very talented artists, but this video doesn’t do the song (or them) justice. Where are the extreme close ups and individual performance shots? Why aren’t there people dancing? Where’s the fight Tehn’s rhyming about?
There needs to be more to the video, it’s supposed to tell the story, or portray a mood/ feeling. it is not enough to have MC’s looking cool (sans bottles..but now I’m being petty) by the bar, and pretty girls and breasts on screen.
And we must have been playing house That’s the only way to explain it When the tortured psyche of a people Somehow becomes worldwide entertainment “The gripping horror story of Apartheid And how the ‘rainbow nation’ overcame it” Over 300 years of oppression Squeezed into 15 minutes of fame, and Lights! Camera! Action! Cue My African Dream Madiba Jive And a bunch of smiling natives Dancing happily off Into the Sunshine Clause With Apartheid perpetrators
Aaand, cut! Lights dim Then reality sets in All this country ever does is break our hearts Which is by way of the fact That a house divided against itself cannot stand With a back door Revealing black & white rainbows That contain no pots of gold
We live Under glass ceilings With the catch phrase “economic freedom” Flashing in bold And windows that show Us bartering ballot papers against our souls
THIS is the house that we built
Sticks and stones And misogynistic men Do not for good walls make When all they do is break And burden our foundation Which is Our women While politicians cash in building blocks And leave us with 17 years of promises to hold We express dissent, yet continue to rock As if we could ever construct anything solid With the question marks we are being sold