My grandmother, together with her great-grandchild (my nephew) on a bonding session
Like everybody who knows Brenda will tell you, she never took care. But it's her delivery of the plea and the search for self-forgiveness that finds her nostalgia a place of rest, though not providing solutions. Brenda's introspection serves as a wake up call for all the youth who lost touch with their mothers, it's time you re-established the bond or listened to Mike and the Mechanics' 'In the living Years' for the rest of your natural life.
The lyrics appeal to those reading this piece from the darkest corners (in jail or on the streets). There's no pain equal to the realisation that what your mother said and sounded stupid then is now coming back to haunt you at a time when unlike R.Kelly's 'Turn Back the Hands of Time' music video, you just can't. This is real life and it cuts like a knife.
Though a projected love-child's anthem, the recipient of the pop lyrics is undoubtedly the mother. That woman who raises a family of six out of R350, with her pride intact like she heard 2Pac say 'Keep Ya Head Up'. This shows that you don't need a father to succeed in life, a mother alone will do.
Probably by far the best words any mother can hear coming from her child. Still not putting women down, they epitomise a mother's love to something that can be mortally touched and caressed. No wonder rumour has it that Tupac's mother, Afeni still sheds tears listening to the song, eleven years since her son died.
This remake of Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody' is characterised by self-pitying which's depth drowns the sentimental message behind the well-written lyrics. But it's the chaos that go with it that makes people put their mothers where they belong, the Alpha and Omega of their existence. And their plea to them to spare their tears for happenings worth deserving of them (tears).
This is way too flattering and nearly Oedipus complexion idolizing. It's the words you mama observes by your everyday conduct, but still they have to be uttered by you to her. You know when times are tough you normally yell "mom", so make yourself the child she calls her name when disaster strikes.
PS: Yodemo brought to my attention the following message;
Ek se, checka mo. This has infuriated me as much as farm killings infuriate farmers. Since we are from the kasie, we are definitely sons and relatives of domestic workers. Is this the way that we still handle domestic workers who refuse to have sex with us? Please let us become real activists with serious convictions.
Check the sickening story that started it all.
It had me wondering what has happened to the heart of the Afrikaner? Where are the farmers' unions that are so vocal when a mad darkie kills a farmer and rapes its wife? Where are all the white people who claim to be liberals and are quick to remind us that their parents never supported apartheid? Where are the black people of this country because if this story happened the other way round we would have lots of white people calling for harsher sentences against criminals and threatening to leave for Australia? Where are the white people who are quick to denounce crime and what are they saying about this? Where are the trade union movements that are quick to pronounce who should be the next president of the country while they are silent when workers (who they claim to represent) are killed? Where is the African National Congress that was voted into power by so many people? Where is the Democratic Alliance that says it cares about all people? What has happened to the people of this country who are only united when they watch cricket and rugby and when they condemn Baby Jordan killer Dina Rodriguez but are suddenly silent because a black domestic worker was killed? Does this mean that we'll have etv in court only when Zuma and Dina Rodriguez are the accused and nobody when a black woman is murdered? Why should someone be proud to be South African when this country, its people, leaders, blacks, whites, trade unions and media are so full of shit?