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An extract from “Sign language”:

Mangaliso Buzani


The lead singer was Lahliwe, my mother, and Tukie and Tonogo were the

backup singers. They sang Utloa sefefo samoea. We were their small

congregation, we clapped our hands, our grandmother hitting the side of the

wardrobe because we had no drum. We were the ears to the singers. I wonder

if they are still singing together behind the moon.

(Deep South – 2019)


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 7 April 2022


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