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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