'No, don't post that,' my partner protested, 'not from your business phone.'
'It's only a song,' I muttered, 'I posted it to my status update.'
'That's the problem, take it off before someone sees it.'
Begrudgingly I removed the post that had not been read and presented my logical argument in my defense of accidentally sharing content on a Saturday night at a leker braaivleis after slukking a couple of Cokes with the brannes tasting ice cubes. I was yeeded for my troubles but seriously mense how troublesome can a song be?
'It's a traditional ballad, free from explicit lyrical content and offensive material and it have been remixed into a rugby club anthem most people don't know all the words to, and I didn't exactly search it out on the YouTube.' The Buffelsfontein was mustarding my courage.
'You can't post "Die Stem" as your status update on your business profile. Is jy so zef?' My partner reaffirmed, overruling my argument as it fizzled out faster than the fire inside the Weber braai on the back stoep. It would offend someone. If you're old enough to remember watching the SAUK on the TV back in the day then bless your heart. As a kid growing up in South Africa during Apartheid I didn't think much of the politicals, groot peoples watched the news because Riaan Cruywagon met slaap tyd. My story didn't go where many thought it was leading, surprisingly television content during the isolation years was fairly regular, we saw what American children saw. We also saw what European children saw, mostly British but they spoke Afrikaans with the voice over, blerry confusing when you look the shows up on the YouTube. BrakkenJan looks very different online. Maar what I remember about the SAUK was them switching off the broadcast at midnight, South Africa didn't have broadband or loadshedding back then, they switch the blerry shows off so mense would gaan slap. This was unfair, to the kindergartens being chased off to bed because Rian Cruywagon came on TV to tell stories. Maar sometimes, when you were a bigger laaitie you'd stay up late enough to see them switch off the broadcast. The picture of the country flag would come up, then Die Stem would play, then the test pattern picture came on and then TV was klaar until sunrise when Good Morning South Africa came on.
"Alright, maar,'
'Maar nothing,' my partner said in that strict tone of voice the ou tannies at the Post Office have, 'you're posting that to piss someone off, stop it.'
Ja, ok I was doing it to piss someone off maar dis mos lekker. All those years standing up straight in the school saal assembly we sang Die Stem then we sang the school song and then we sang the Lord's Prayer. Not the same standing up straight in the bar after a few warm-up Cokes with the brannes tasting ice inside as almal tries to sing before the rugby game starts, not so lekker. Personally I thinks Hier Kom Die Bokke should be the only rugby anthem we sing because the manne play blerry well when we do. It's for national pride without the rainbow vlaggies, it's gees that gives the gooses pimples when almal sings together like a Noot vir Noot taping. There's mos more power in a song than Eskom can loadshed.
'But on the other hand Frikkie not all the peoples are united or enlightened like you.'
I swear my partner reads my mind, my gedagtes hoe my diep in kak. I also swear this social media is exactly like schoolyards at break time, only we not moering each other skukkend along side the bike shed anymore. You say something mense don't like, jy's in kak. You post something interesting or funny and mense don't like it, jy's in kak. You don't like or reply or comment on someone's post, raai wat you're a doos and jy's in kak. I'm convinced social media is vol kak. These days the song isn't as popular as Del La Rey but it's mixed in my iTunes list with Die Antwoord, Die Stem, Die Steve Hofmeyer.
'Fok it; like, share, subscribe because that shit are funny. Ek is zef.'
Ja-nee, true story.
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