i read somewhere recently that uTata uMandela once said that, “We went into prison saying we fighting for liberation. We came out and were told we fought for democracy.” uTata waphinda wathi, “Aluta Continua.” As we celebrate Freedom Day we must remember; freedom is only a price and not the change. It is the cost to the change we seek. It is something you fight for to achieve a means to knowing how to use your own abilities to survive. Liberation. That is the peace we seek; that wars are brokered for. This edition of High Five features work that taps into the subconscious. The space in the mind that awakens you to your consciousness. When i looked in the mirror once and decide, “Ya, it’s time to lose weight.” i subconsciously realised i’d gone too far. i consciously had to find a way back. The featured work is sometimes called conscious because by tapping into your subconscious it affects change in your life. Art.
“Cuz see the schools aint teachin us nothin
They aint teachin us nothin but how to be slaves and hardworkers
For white people to build up they shit
Make they businesses successful while it’s exploitin us
Knowhatimsayin? And they aint teachin us nothin related to
Solvin our own problems, knowhatimsayin?
Aint teachin us how to get crack out the ghetto
They aint teachin us how to stop the police from murdering us
And brutalizing us, they aint teachin us how to get our rent paid
Knowhatimsayin? They aint teachin our families how to interact
Better with each other, knowhatimsayin? They just teachin us
How to build they shit up, knowhatimsayin? That’s why my niggas
Got a problem with this shit, that’s why niggas be droppin out that
Shit cuz it don’t relate”
This song was banned on radio for some white tears we continue to whip. “Nee baas… don’t call me Kaffir”
King. He’s songs were structured in long format so radio could not exploit it. He only starts talking at 10 min here. “After the sacking and burning of Fela’s Kalakuta Republic in 1977, Fela wrote several musical responses attacking the culpable Nigerian government, including this mournful tribute to his mother. During the raid, Fela’s mother Funmilayo was thrown out of a second story window, sustaining multiple, severe injuries. She eventually passed away due to medical complications, and Fela, his wives, and his followers, in a bold act of grief and defiance, carried his mother’s coffin to the front gate of the army barracks, asserting that his dead mother in the coffin should assume the position of president of Nigeria. Musically The song’s slow, steady beat and repetitive structure mimics the march up to the barracks, while the lyrics and tone reflect Fela’s overwhelming sadness over the loss of his mother and the state of his beloved Nigeria. “Coffin For Head of State” is Fela’s somber excoriation of those that, “through Jesus Christ our Lord”, corrupt, steal and rob the African people.” Source
There is filth in an animal. They say cleanliness is next to Godliness. Reason the concept of a human is one of pure body, thoughts and actions. It pains when you see humans reduced to animals. It pains more when your brother kills you.
This captures South Afrika’s current state.