The Music
The music has been described as "incongruously joyful" and I concur with that description. Whether listening to One (Hu)man, One Vote with the barely suppressed rage in it's chorus of:
BAYEZA ABAFANA BANCANE WEMA
BAYEZA ABAFANA BANCANE WEMA
BAPHETHE IQUASHA, BAPETHE IBAZOOKA
BATHI " SAGENA SAVUMA THINA, LAPTHA ABAZANGE BENGENA ABAZALI BETHU NABADALA,
BAYASIKHALELA THINA NGOBA ASINAVOTI"
(The young boys are coming, the young boys are coming. They carry homemade weapons and a bazooka. They say "We have agreed to enter a place that has never been entered before by our parents and our ancestors and they cry for us, because we do not have the right to vote')
or the poignant tale of betrayal and two friends who die against the same wall in Warsaw 1943:
I never betrayed you
And I never betrayed the revolution
I just didn't want to die alone
I needed you to see me home
And if I could save you
If I could find a solution
I'd die a thousand times
To get you out of here
or the joyful purpose of Work for All; the music forces you to get up and dance, to spread your arms wide to life whatever it might bring.
