person liSwati
people emaSwati
language siSwati
country eSwatini
2million speakers
Descendents of Bantu speakers in the 15th and 16th century from West Africa, Cameroon
They get their name from King Mswati of the 1800
Official language in Swaziland as well as SA
During the Anglo-Boer war in 1903 Swaziland was coloniesed and gained independence in 1968
The Ncwala (or iNcwala, the “i-” prefix means “the”), also known as ‘Festival of the First Fruits,’ is an important Swazi religious ritual that takes place in the latter half of December, and continues into January of the successive year. It is an annual ceremony lasting eight weeks that unites the inhabitants of Swaziland in order to gain blessings from ancestors. This important event also serves the purpose of renewing the kingship of the nation and commencing the harvesting season”
Reed Dance: unmarried and childless girls take part in the 8 week ceremony to inspire girls to wait for marriage the King attends the last day of the ceremony and uses this as an opportunity to choose a wife. The girls (100 000) carry 4m long reeds for the queen.
King Mswati the 3rd. 14 wives and 24 children. Can point the prime minister. He banned sex in girls under 18 by umcwasho.
South African music is meaningless if you take out its history and its context. Take a South African music genre: Kwaaito for example, an equivalent to American hip hop. It was a tool used in the early 90’s after the banning of apartheid (segregation laws) in South Africa by young people to tell their everyday stories, celebratory of their newly found freedom and uplift the sombre mood, roaming the townships. It is thus by no coincidence that Kwaito music was popularised after the banning of apartheid. Kwaito music was a platform for the artists to freely express themselves after more than 50 years of oppression by the apartheid government, that in their reign, had hundreds of songs banned and artists in exile fearing for their lives. 1994, saw the release of a song which marked a new era in South African music entitled ‘kaffir’ which is a derogatory term used to refer to South African natives by white South Africans, a term equivalent to the American term: Negroe. The song, was one of the many anti apartheid chants birthed by the genre. With the history of the inequalties most black people were not afforded the opportunity to formally study music, they were unable to afford most expensive programs as well expensive and top notch musical instruments and equipment. The kwaito genre was accessible to anyone and everyone. It influenced the culture and language of South African youth. It was influential in ways otherwise impossible or unsuccesful with mainstream media. Kwaito artists were the ‘cool’ guys youngsters looked up to. They were everything young people aspired to be, not bothered by the everyday struggles of post apartheid struggles in South Africa. The songs lyrics entailed of gangster slur known as (tsotsi taal) with some songs and music videos being banned from television for containing lyrics that were sexually explicit and sexual moves that were too much for a conservative South Africa. Thus, kwaito no longer is used as a tool or a form of expression for addressing inequalities and socio-political matters it is used primarily for social problems, matters of the heart and everyday issues youngsters face in the townships. Although kwaito pioneers may disagree, the genre has evolved with time. It has adopted a faster beat and different lyrical content, mostly about the party life and having a good time.
Kwaito appeals to a large number of South Africans for the mere fact that it is sung in english, afrikaans zulu and a number of other South African languages. Many dispute the fact that Kwaito is purely South African claiming that it got most of its influence from its american equivalent: Hip Hop. Ask any South African what Kwaito means to them and you’ll get the common answer: ‘Its just like art, a form of expression totally meaningless sans our history.’
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Why I need a car
• You wait for a century for a taxi that looks like will get you to your destination safely
• The music Is playing so loud even your thoughts are vibrating
• Then you sit next to some guy who smells GREAT (not) who makes small talk at every chance given
• You have to count your change and you happened to hate math in high school (like what the hell is R20-R7)
• They always drop you off at least five minutes walk before your desired destination
• They make you sit at the back because you are “skinny” with three folks three times your size
• Some idiot will open the window when its freaking zero degrees outside
• They always play the nice songs just before you jump off
• People who know they are likely to jump off first sit at the back, and everyone has to move up for them
• You are praying for dear life for the duration of your ride like where the hell did these people get their licenses from?!
So God, If you are reading, I really need a car. I am not being picky but a Peugeot 308 CC would do just fine for starters.
Thanks,
Your loving humble daughter, Me!
Incase you were wondering this is the kind of car I woild like Dear God
2. 101 rules and just about 201 exceptions
3. You should have colonized the rest of Europe (England colonised just about every other continent and yes you guys had that french revolution thing going for you but really now!)
4. So I forget a teeny weeny kappie above an A and it changes the WHOLE sentence sheesh, how petty can you get?!
5. Will I seriously use all 7 tenses in everyday life, yes like will I ever the passe simple??
6.So if it doesnt sound nice they change it? Il faut que j’aille? Yes how about we change that, sounds like a swear word.
7. Latin and Greek as a combination for any language is horrible idea. How cruel can you get??
8. So you cnnot transfer your french speaking skills into french cooking skills? no? Really? Ok 😦
10. Iregular verb? Are you kidding me? Who comes up with these things?!
My matric dance was a family affair. My aunt, a dressmaker was given the task of sewing my dress if I knew then what I know now I would have gladly bought an affordable dress from MR PRICE. While my aunt is very passionate about her job, she rarely listens to instructions. I had asked for a long dress, with a fishtail and a belt. Well the dress I wore to my matric dance although fairly cute was very different to my request. Aunt dearest sewed a two piece which also happened to be a stomach out. Yip! middle of winter and all. To say I almost froze to death would be a underestatement . Although at the time freezing to death was the least of my worries, I had to suck my tummy in the whole evening. Pure agony!
Even though my dress was not as disastrous as it could have been, my date was! He was a blind date that my aunt knew from church. My mother told my aunt and everyone who cared to listen that I like light-skinned guys (which of course was not true). It so happened that my aunt knew a guy from her church who was “very well mannered and behaved, nothing like the youth today”. If anyone from high school forgets me, at least they will remember my date. I never really heard the end of it and especially after word got around school that he was a teacher at a nearby unruly school. He was old, short, round and light-skinned. I hardly said anything to him and I pretty much deserted him. I spent the evening in the bathroom, chatting to people’s dates and getting away from cameras.
My hair was a depressing sight. The lady who was doing my hair was sickly, this is not me being sarcastic she really was coughing and stopping every two minutes to catch her breath and my scalp was on fire as a result. Not only did my hair not look anything like I had requested but I was also late and I missed the principal’s speech… even though I doubt I’m going to be wondering about what he said that evening one day on my death-bed.
The entire evening was spent looking at the time. The food was of no comfort either. I hardly ate (mostly because the circumstances would not allow me to stomach any food) we had juice on our table, yes good old diluted juice in a glass jug.
I was a fool to think that my matric dance would be compensation for the miserable time I had endured in high school. Unlike in the movies where the nerdy girl gets this hunky guy as her date, looks absolutely breathtaking and has the time of her life at her dance, the nerdy girl in this case regretted every second of every moment leading up to the fateful night. It was a friendly reminder that my life was not a movie that my happiness is not dependant on circumstances and most importantly blind dates are a bad idea! These are lifelong lessons I will take to the grave with me.
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