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Khuphuka Nasingeni
WE had a hectic weekend that morphed into a holiday, the Heroes Day first and then Defence Forces Day. The first calls for sombre reflection about sacrifice and the value thereof but over the years has taken on a more celebratory tone as we seek to celebrate our heroes, their lives, the sacrifices and the fruits thereof. I was at one such party.
You see, there was a main party in the neighbouring village but unfortunately for the organisers that do not have their ears on the ground, one of the chief organisers was recently fingered in a poisoning scandal.
Many dogs will be missing for days as it seems the fair amount of meat did not have enough takers and hence the dogs invited themselves to the feast.
I never knew people were so afraid of dying to the point of giving meat a wide berth. Anyway, back to my festivities, at the unofficial poison protest party!
If you were to draw different generations and pictorially represent them in dance, what kind of picture would emerge? I am no artiste but I felt so inspired seeing almost three generations on the dance floor with each generation contributing a different flair in its graceful rhythmic movements, jerky trots and occasional jumps and the fast-paced dust raising toe-twisting and waist gyrating movements.
There is something about the older generation, they have stayed true to their age. They never seem to be in a rush, but use their body to bring out a song not sung by them so well and last the longest on the dance floor as their dance routines conserve energy.
The dressing, of course, showed that we are still in winter, jackets and headgear for both men and women. There was also the colourfully attired young men and women seeking to make an impression by dancing to music that one could tell they rarely dance to, just to impress or court admirers.
The last lot, however, did not care what the next person thought about them but kept urging the DJ to play particular songs and no matter the applause or mocking, they did not slow down but raised even more dust! That was how Heroes Day went down in some remote resettlement area.
I will leave you to paint the different generations and I dona��t know if bell bottoms, drop waists, viscose, the all-season jeans (satani) and chiffons would feature in the painting.
Then came Defence Forces Day. I could share a lot about their history. Trust me. I know it very well, those adversaries brought together under the ZDF umbrella in 1980. We stay celebratory today, however.
I have attended functions at Independence Day and others where the Army Band has performed with much aplomb.
Those guys take their dancing so seriously, you have to be fit to keep up. Their dancing, I guess, is meant to keep them as fit as anyone undergoing rigorous military training!
If you want to experience what I have alluded to do not miss future national events.
I do not know if drones can be introduced as part of military drills at future events. Civilians appear to be taking a keen interest in these and making some of us uncomfortable.
In the UK, a drone was spotted hovering over a prison while one was captured on camera attempting to deliver a smart phone and drugs to a prisoner via an open window. Some kind of prison they have, hey!
And as we were dancing in remembrance here, spectators were dancing in awe at the colourful Phelps Olympics
Rio Olympics!).A� We learn that the origins of a hat-trick was when a player won three games in succession, they were given a hat after the match as a mark of honour.
At the last count Michael Phelps of the US was sitting on 21 gold medals (in water, gold appears fairly close, just underneath) and may I hazard that it would not be out of order to suggest that Phelps should have the honour of having the Olympics named after him.
Talking about the colourful Games, the organisers took it a step further in that areaA�.A�.A�. the diving pool, whose water was blue earlier, turned green on Wednesday and a probe was under way to figure out what the hell is going on a�� to borrow from Trump!
We need a welcome gala for our Mighty Warriors, never mind the scorelines. They should hold their heads high, after all extinction is a form of distinction, they distinguished themselves; against all odds, and there were many.A� Maybe the Mighty Warriors, that defended gallantly, should have groaned or screamed with each tackle (ngadla mina!).
A keen follower of the Olympics has noted that weightlifters that screamed before lifting the iron scooped goldA�.A�.A�. so their survey has revealed. I bet you have never watched guys digging a well on hard groundA�.A�.A�. suffice to say there is usually lots of sounds from all possible body sources!
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