words, pictures, sounds
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➜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.
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➜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..(via thechocolateletter)
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Happy Tehn Diamond ft Jnr Brown
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.
Great quality, needs a better concept.
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An excerpt from the poem
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 perpetratorsAaand, 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 goldWe live
Under glass ceilings
With the catch phrase “economic freedom”
Flashing in bold
And windows that show
Us bartering ballot papers against our soulsTHIS 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 soldThis is the house that we built
(c) Lebohang Masango 2012
Links:
Reblogged from isthisafrica.com see the full post here
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Mocambique
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I was pleasantly surprised by this the other day, when I found it, randomly in a notebook I took to Brazil. The artist is Junior Lopes.
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Chimoio photos
Chimoio was largely populated by refugees, women and children who had crossed the border to escape Rhodesia, thus a majority of those who were killed were defenceless refugees.
The trained guerillas who were in the camp had been disarmed on order of the commanding officers the night before. When Rhodesian forces arrived they faced very little resistance.
While the Memorial Wall lists roughly 300 names, most of those who died at Chimoio will never be known.
There has never been an official agreement of the death toll.
