From Soweto, from the hilltops of initiation, Siphiwe ka Ngwenya adopts
the mantle of Killjoy, dissecting our liberation, questioning our
infatuations, baptizing us in the juicy waters of procreation.
"Dance, Africa!" he cries, before hitting Hillbrow pavements parading
brothels, singing for children whose anger and haste cannot be measured
or bulldozed, singing for workers who brave themselves from darkness to
darkness while the drumbeat serenades and bass strums compassionate, and
then stroking the morning dew, turning poverty into fiction, cuddling
loneliness, nakedness entangling with passion while commanding us to
rise! to celebrate!