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Safe Energy

Safe Energy

We build our dreams under a grayscale rainbow and watch our bellyful leaders devour our vote to the marrow. No reciprocation or recognition. Every news broadcast is a sequel to erratic and incoherent nothings, yet we still listen...we are hopeful.

Our resolve is sober, our intentions are clear...we burn bright. We tirelessly navigate our complex blackness with calculated recklessness. Speak, paint, sing, and write our love until it is experienced in its purest and truest form.

They can never look us dead in the eye for fear of facing the truth we are—the spark they ignited and neglected. What are we to them but an interference and a collage of ugly adjectives: ungrateful, lazy, confused, addicts...

If we choose despondency, we become co-authors of the ugly stories they tell about us. If we choose silence, we become collaborators in our demise.

The heavens await us...black êksellence is no myth or rhetoric.

"Why is it so rotten? My people, have you forgotten?"

Come find out. Come rendezvous with Safe Energy. Come Phinda Mzala.

A live Music performance

Guitarist, songdreamer, lightworker, composer, and writer, Lindokuhle Njabulo Hadebe (Safe Energy).

Venue: Phinda Mzala Music (the house with a Busi Mhlongo stencil)
177a Perth Road, Westdene
R100 Quicket/R120 Door

Date: 4 May 2024
Time: 14:00 - 19:00

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They can never look us dead in the eye for fear of facing the truth we are—the spark they ignited and neglected. What are we to them but an interference and a collage of ugly adjectives: ungrateful, lazy, confused, addicts...

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