YOU know, there are people who can walk into a room full of bourgeoisies, when it’s a black tie night and feel perfectly comfortable in their yellow and pink outfit with a purple lipstick to round it off. Not because they couldn’t find the outfit to fit in or are just conceited, but because they believe in themselves and don’t have to be part of the choir to be somebody. They will also go to a wedding or funeral deep in oresevate where McBright (fashion designer) has clothed every woman and girl to the T and still fit in with their normal city outfit even though some older anties would be giving them the skewe look for daring to show up looking like that.
We call them the odd types, but I call them laggards. They don’t go wherever the wind blows. They take time to adjust to new situations, lifestyles, fashion and so on. Ja, you can call them outyds or slow, but they won’t jump on the bandwagon just because Kim Kardashian was seen wearing those hideous M C Hammer pants at some red carpet event looking like she needed the restroom real desperately.
I know it’s not easy to be totally untouched or not influenced by societal trends, because society plays a major role in formation of our personalities and belief systems. But you must find your own voice at the end of the day – you can‘t just be saamgekom.
That’s why I don’t understand what the heck House Music is. The CD is stuck on one beat, one lyric for a bleddie four minutes and the dancers look like they are choking on one dance move the whole night. What kind of noise is that hoeka? Mind you, I have an ear for music, but nee nee, what dance music is it that has no sakka low-low moments? Haibo.
Maybe it’s just me and the generational gap, but I would still prefer to dance to Brenda Fassie’s Weekend Special, Lazarus Kgagudi’s Iskoskoro, Yvonne Chaka Chaka’s Umqomboti than some of this malapyp music.
Those music jams that I remember had that umpf or what we used to call odraai moment where you literally wanted to kiss the floor, but since everything coming from our neighbours down south glitters like gold, we have eaten House up like soetkoek.
There could be a fine line between laggardness and ignorance, but don’t mistake the two for the same thing. A laggard will know or be aware of something but is just not interested. On the other hand, an ignorant person worry fokkol. They are the type that would ask whether Boko Haram is a new goat breed or whether TB Joshua is a new tuberculosis clinic. Hai wena.
That’s why I love me some triple Cs – I call them the cautious, careful and content. They will drive all proud in their pimped up Ford Cortinas or Cressidas, with their shirts buttoned up, a handkerchief in the back pocket, Omega sandals from Corner Shop and sport a punk style from yesteryear. When you see them, you would wonder whether they got stuck in the 80s, but ask them about the Constitutional Third Amendment Bill or any other current issue and you would be surprised at their wealth of knowledge. It is okay to be a follower, but it’s pathetic to lose your own identity in the process.
Sorry Ngo!