NDIYAKUFUNA SAN LYRICS

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It was a random Saturday

Nothing special

I got all dressed up for the club

I was meeting a friend

Some guy who is tryna get with it

I was chilling with my friends

Sipping on some champagne

Checking out the club

Ndiyakubona san

At the corner of my eye

I see this brother

His nappy hair got my attention

He was standing there

With so much confidence

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakufeela san

Ndiyakufuna san

It didn’t take very long for this man

To come over and say hello to me

I’ve got a way that makes men

Wanna step up to me

Turned out

It was a blast from the past

A brother from Polokwane

One night we had a meeting

A scene

I left it there

But on this Saturday night

Destiny had its own

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakufeela san

Ndiyakufuna san

I left my friend

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NDIYAKUFUNA SAN LYRICS

It was a random Saturday

Nothing special

I got all dressed up for the club

I was meeting a friend

Some guy who is tryna get with it

I was chilling with my friends

Sipping on some champagne

Checking out the club

Ndiyakubona san

At the corner of my eye

I see this brother

His nappy hair got my attention

He was standing there

With so much confidence

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakufeela san

Ndiyakufuna san

It didn’t take very long for this man

To come over and say hello to me

I’ve got a way that makes men

Wanna step up to me

Turned out

It was a blast from the past

A brother from Polokwane

One night we had a meeting

A scene

I left it there

But on this Saturday night

Destiny had its own

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakufeela san

Ndiyakufuna san

I left my friend

And disappeared into corners

With this brother

I disappeared from the club that night

But not with the friend I came with

And it was all because

Ndiyakubona san

Ndiyakufeela san

Ndiyakufuna san

Umzimba wam uyakufuna san

Ndiyakubona san

Silenced Voices

 

 

They try to silence our voices,

when we remind Afrikans of their story

They would rather we don’t

tell these tales of struggle and glory

 

They try to silence our voices,

when we let them know that we won’t submit

The force of our power is not something

they like to admit

 

They try to silence the voices

of dark skinned heroes

Amaqhawekazi esizwe

Bazokwazi uku thatha konke okusele

I am a victim of the oppressor’s tricks

An obstacle in his games

They can’t afford to have my words

pass though this page and into people’s souls

 

They hate it when you tell me BUA!

For I beckon the revolution closer

The mere sound of our voice

is making an uncomfortable noise

Our conversations threaten their sanity

 

They try to silence our voices

when we speak good things about our people

They call them primitive and simple

Forgetting…

the 1st universities were built by AFRIKANS

Maths and Science….AFRIKANS

Astronomy and the calendar….AFRIKANS

Pyramids and Ubuntu…..AFRIKANS

Why would they want a people

not to celebrate such great contributions

to human existence?

 

They try to silence our voices

When we tell them to respect traditions

and our customs.

But when they are in Rome,

They do as the Romans.

We Africans must accept this behaviour,

Embrace this…

total disregard of our way of life.

 

We Africans must take their foreign ways

And embrace them as our own

Elevate them above our own

and then call it civilisation?

I don’t see the sophistication

in a society

which abandons their identity

 

They try to silence our voices

When we tell our people to take their power

Tell them they won the war so they should walk taller

They prefer it when we are bent over like slaves

Any enemy likes it when you cower

So until we own it, the war is not over

 

They try to silence our voices

But it’s too late

You can’t make a people ‘unhear’

what has already been spoken.

White People, I’m sorry

Dear White people I am sorry…….

I am sorry that you could not find it within yourselves to self reflect after my last letter. (Dear White South Africans, 24 Sept).

I am sorry that instead of taking this as a moment to heal and look within yourselves you behaved like a spoilt brat throwing a tantrum.

I am sorry that although that letter reached over a quarter of a million people…..it did nothing in helping us all heal the white supremacy bug.

Do you know that drunken uncle who cries that nobody loves him every time people bring up his alcohol addiction? Many of you played that out.

Thank Qamata, not all of you are blinded by your own sickness but sadly many of you are.

Shame, you went as far as to block my facebook account. Is it so hard for you to deal with the truth that you will play childish games to ensure that the truth is left unspoken?

This process has been especially hard for the white male. How dare I, a black woman, speak to you like that…….that’s what you are actually pissed off about right?

You are mad that the maid has a voice and not only that….but the maid is making more intellectual sense than you are.

MANY of you wrote me open letters in response. In all honesty, I would have preferred it if you had taken the moment to sit around the dinner table and discuss some of the issues I raised…..like when you’re going to get a tutor so that you at least TRY to be part of the indigenous people of this land.

Many of the responses I got were crude, uncultured and unproductive. You were more concerned about insulting me and my level of education, than you were in addressing the issues I raised. The level of arrogance mixed with ignorance in the responses was unbelievable……and unbelievably NORMAL.

There is a man who even ended up on SAFM with me who said when white people came here…the land was empty. Lol! Do you not realise that you need to be re-educated?

I do want to congratulate you on one thing though….you have succeeded in creating a breed of black people who will protect you at any cost just to ease their black inferiority complex.

Thing is, you did a stellar job at making black people hate being black……you did an even better job in making sure that when the race issue is raised….you have a black line of defence.

This thing called the ‘Race Card’ is an excellent weapon to silence black voices that are asking relevant questions.

I also noticed that white media created platforms for all the responses, Sunday Independent even published a response from Max Du Prez……lol! It’s actually quite funny when a whole newspaper publishes a response to a letter that they never published.

Thank you for teaching me who owns the media. Now at least, we as the black people know that we need to create media platforms that will also push our agendas.

What is evident to me, now more than ever, is that there is a White Supremacy Complex and Black Inferiority Complex, which needs to be addressed.

I am sorry that you have to use all you media platforms to dumb down my message.

I am sorry that you are not willing to humble yourselves and learn from the indigenous people of this land.

I am sorry that you think you are so perfect, that nobody can tell you anything.

Most of all I’m sorry that you have a superiority complex. If you have to go around, imposing your superiority, it means there is some level of feelings of inadequacy.

The truth is, secure people don’t get defensive when some of their destructive behaviours are brought to the table. Somebody secure would either brush it off of see what they can take from the situation.

Judging from the reaction……I am sorry you are feeling insecure.

I’m sorry that the only image of democracy, is one where everybody behave white and doesn’t celebrate their own selves.

It would be nice if the South African identity was an organic experience which included everybody.

I see you all ganging up on me, it’s ok….I can take it……but I think you would be making a huge mistake if you think these feelings are mine alone.

In that letter…..when I spoke…..I spoke for a PEOPLE.

I’m sorry you missed the point….