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umoja: spirit of togetherness A sudden burst of movements, fluid and smooth as liquid, and an assault of the senses when music and rhythm erupts in a magnificent clap, like thunder. Contrary to Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, this is foreign territory. A sea of ebony faces, and I feel like a visitor to Huxley's Savage Reservation. But when the first note of eloquent nightingale's lilt drifts dreamily into my ears and my consciousness, it all seems normal, somehow. It is beauty, a kind of strange, primitive beauty that enraptures and captures and captivates even the most uncultured eyes, crude vulgar ears. South Africa is more than plain apartheid.
before sunrise // before sunset
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