” Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent” C G. Jung.
Today is the 1st day of the 12 Week The Artist’s way Challenge to myself I wrote about it earlier this week. I started writing my morning pages two days before to avoid the dread associated with starting something new, to limit you know, the anxiety and high expectations associated with starting something new. This morning however I was tired and even though I woke up to my beep at five this morning, I went back to sleep instead of writing. When I did eventually wake up at 7am, I am normally at work by this time, I debated whether I should spend time writing my morning pages, three pages of hand writing can be daunting when you don’t have time. So I decided to write them instead. They went pretty fast and in no time I had crossed the road to hail a minibus-taxi, pointing my index finger up to the heavens signalling that I am going to Jozi. And what a surprise when I climbed into the Taxi, which was at that very moment playing late South African Pop Icon, Brenda Fassie’s – Zola Budd song!
A song which was so popular and spoke to almost every facet of South African Society at the time, then in the 1980’s Apartheid South Africa. That’s the genius of being an Artist, I am slowly finding out (bear with please those of you who have been down this road before) it is the ability to provide commentary, reflect on the sociopolitical concerns of the nation while making people smile, have fun and forget about their misery even for just a moment. Brenda Fassie was gifted in this way.
Zola Budd ( now Zola Pieterse) is a former (white) South African Olympic track and field competitor, who in less than three years broke the world record in women’s 5 thousand meters twice. She was the fastest women in the world and a little peculiar because she ran barefoot. In 1984, aged 17 she broke the women’s 5000 meters record with a time of 15:01.18.83. But she ran in Apartheid South Africa ( which was then excluded from international athletics) So her time was excluded in the official world record. Ag shame, broken dreams.
While (White) South Africans were going on about the unfairness of the
exclusion (I assume it was talk of the Nation at the time, I was three), Black South Africans found a way into the conversation by naming a new fleet or range of minibus taxi’s (public transport used mainly by black Africans in South Africa carry 14-16 passengers) especially in Johannesburg as Zola Budd, because they were just as fast! Then comes little Brenda Fassie, the newest boldest, black girl making music in town, with a Hit Song, Zola Budd (taxi, runner, you decide), the Lyrics are pretty simple…
“Bhuti (brother) Ngiceli’ lift ( can I get a lift)
In your Zola Budd, Zola Budd, Zola budd!
I wanna be in your Zola Budd, Zola Budd, I want to be in your Zola Budd, Zola Budd, Zola Budd!!
Two very simple lines and a melody that still makes me want to stand up and run, dance on the spot like she did in the video , with her index finger flaying in the air. The Apartheid Government could not ban her (music/song) like they did so many more of black revolutionary artists at the time. Brenda’s Music was classified as “Bubble Gum” music. You know what you do with bubble gum, you first chew it , play with it, make bubbles, then spit it out when its sugary flavour is no more. But I can still taste the sugar in Brenda Fassie’s music today. The song Zola Budd, which apart having a pop theme in the beginning ends with a soulful choir like hymn with her almost crying..slowly repeating Zola Budd.. Zoooola Budd, Zola Budd!!. It echoed the pain and aspirations of both black and white South Africans at the height of the country’s state of emergency, her song spread and became popular like wildfire. No only putting a shine on Brenda the artist our beloved star, but on the mini-bus taxis and even Zola Budd herself ( She has a song and taxi named after her).
You can imagine then how Popular Brenda Fassie must have been to little black girls like me who growing up the literally dusty streets of Soweto (because that’s where I’m from) and I’m sure in all the townships of this country. We all wanted to be Brenda when we grew up, even boys; we immitated her from head to toe voice to actions. She popularized braids (we called them singles) with colourful beads ( like those worn by traditional healers sometimes) because that’s how she wore her hair. She had bad teeth, but nobody cared, she was more than her tiny frame, bigger greater and larger. I used to love doing impersonations of Brenda Fassie as a child, any chance I’d get, especially the “No No No senor – Please, Pleas don’t do this to me”, track about a woman being held hostage by her spanish lover. I was dark and awkwardly beautiful like Brenda, so even as a child in the process of becoming aware of myself and what made me different from other humans I could see myself in her, I identify with her. She embodied mine and South Africa’s aspirations. She inspired me, made me believe in myself. That I am black , and that is beautiful. I think my mother took me to TV auditions once, because I believed I could be a Star, like Brenda Fassie. Maybe she did too.
So later on in her career Brenda Fassie released another hit song “Indaba ya’m i straight – ayifun’irula” [ My story is straight it doesn’t need a ruler]. It was a response to media accusations, if I am correct, about her sexuality or sexual orientation and activities, she was often rumored to keep multiple partners – male and female. I think she was mostly seeing women at the time of her untimely death.
I think about that song and wonder what Mabrrr would have to say to the state of the nation today, when women are being raped and assaulted on a daily basis, others only because they are gay – to “correct” them. Or what she would have to say, that our very own Runner and 800 meter’s record breaker, Caster Semenya, was almost stripped of her title and dreams of being an athlete because she was accused of being a man, running as a woman.
So this got me thinking about writing and how we document and celebrate our history, our heritage and those people who had an impact in our lives like Brenda Fassie. This week marking the UNESCO World Heritage and Archive week . I have always wanted to be a performer, an artist , an entertainer. But since art didn’t pay, my mother who was and still is my greatest supporter (and I)thought journalism would be best. So now I would like to be myself, today, and use what I have now, today,my journalism education and vast experience ( Thank you mom) to live out those childhood dreams wherever possible, so that when I do have children one day, I can allow them to explore and accept who why are sooner, so they are more balanced and happier adults. One of my colleagues who is celebrating 15 years as a journalist at the public broadcaster today came to my desk this morning and said to me ” I wish I had the insight, 15 years ago, of using what I have been given to the best of my ability. I wish I had known then what I know now, that life is what you make of it now, here where you are, not somewhere in the future, I’m glad I’m doing it now but I swear, I could have kicked myself” – She is in her 50’s.
What are you still waiting for….