We will have to speak about you that did not suddenly appear polished, perfect for the stage No, let us inform and record the story, each our own story of why we will remember you, how we will remember you I remember you as Black and Conscious, in 1973 a first year student at UWC, we did not have much debate then about why the books should balance or why the moon appeared every 28 days I remember you, your face in the chanting crowd as we belted out “just say it loud I am Black and proud” Young and fiery, we all ran away from the teargas and batons, dodged the bullets and sang “we shall overcome” And sometimes after another arrest, we sat in a mass meeting unsure of ourselves many on the brink of giving up But there were these songs that you played on your guitar that lifted us that sent us to war with fists in the air shouting “Black Power” It was 1973 and we refused to be shaken Yes, you were there always in the front, prepared to die So no, you did not suddenly appear, polished and perfect, you ran a dangerous mile and deserve your place on the podium These are the memories that no one can deny, so let us tell and record these stories Your story, Biko’s story, our story Hamba Kahle comrade Jean Swanson May your soul be at peace
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 12:45:59 +0000
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