[female
vocals] (
soulful
and
powerful,
slow
build,
piano-led
with
upright
bass,
African
percussion,
emotional
storytelling
verses,
rising
into
a
powerful
feminist
movement
anthem.)
Yeah
makhosikazi...
Listen
to
the
voices
from
our
communities.
The
mothers.
The
daughters.
The
workers.
The
organisers.
Not
the
masters,
not
the
patriachs....
The
women
who
carry
our
communities.
Before
the
sun
rises,
we
are
already
awake,
Preparing
the
meals,
carrying
the
weight.
Holding
our
families
through
struggle
and
pain,
Doing
the
work
that
keeps
life
going
again.
Tell
me
sister,
how
many
times
have
we
stood,
Choosing
between
electricity
and
food?
Counting
every
rand,
making
every
sacrifice,
Trying
to
survive
another
difficult
night.
Living
under
the
DA's
illegal
tariffs,
high
rates
and
taxes
and
day
zero
threats
to
leave
us
without
a
drop
While
our
streets
are
flooded
with
sewage,
roads
with
potholes
making
it
dangerous
to
stop.
When
the
Capitalist
system
fails,
the
DA
is
at
a
loss
Punishing
working-class
women
to
sacrifice
and
carry
the
cost.
Our
women
who
build
must
decide.
Our
women
who
organise
must
lead.
We
are
not
only
voters.
We
are
not
only
volunteers.
We
are
the
power
our
communities
need.
We
need
a
women's
led
local
government,
One
that
listens,
one
that
cares.
One
that
values
women’
s
labour,
One
that
makes
justice
real
and
fair.
We
stand
in
clinic
queues
before
the
sun
is
high,
Waiting
for
care,
waiting
for
time
to
go
by.
We
care
for
the
sick,
we
care
for
the
old,
We
carry
stories
that
are
never
told.
We
stand
in
our
Neighbourhood
Watches,
Protecting
streets
when
others
forget.
We
grow
food,
we
feed
communities,
We
organise
with
courage
and
respect.
EPWP
workers
keeping
services
alive,
Community
builders
helping
people
survive.
From
food
gardens
to
kitchens
of
care,
Women
are
already
everywhere.
Our
women
who
build
must
decide.
Our
women
who
organise
must
lead.
No
more
being
used
only
for
numbers.
No
more
being
ignored
when
power
speaks.
We
are
the
hands
that
hold
communities
together.
We
are
the
voices
demanding
change.
We
need
a
caring
women's
led
local
government,
Where
equality
is
more
than
a
name.
Election
after
election,
we
walk
every
street.
Door
to
door,
mobilising
everyone
we
meet.
We
recruit,
we
organise,
we
fill
every
hall,
We
keep
parties
alive
through
it
all.
But
when
the
votes
are
counted
and
power
is
won,
Too
often
women
are
pushed
aside
again.
We
build
the
campaigns,
we
build
the
ground,
But
too
few
women
are
where
decisions
are
found.
No
more.
We
ask
every
leader
before
we
vote:
Do
you
believe
women
are
equal?
Do
you
share
power?
Do
you
listen?
No
culture,
no
tradition,
no
belief
Can
ever
justify
keeping
women
beneath.
It
serves
the
DA
and
its
masters
when
women
are
divided
They
benefit
when
we
stand
apart.
They
divide
us
by
race.
They
divide
us
by
class.
They
divide
us
by
community
and
past.
But
working-class
women
know
the
truth:
Our
struggles
are
connected.
Our
future
is
connected.
Our
power
is
connected.
They
profit
from
our
division.
We
will
build
our
power
through
unity.
Women
of
every
race.
Women
of
every
culture.
Women
of
every
generation.
Let
us
unite.
Let
us
not
split
our
vote.
Let
us
choose
leaders
who
believe
in
equality,
dignity
and
justice.
Leaders
that
are
feminists.
Our
women
who
build
must
decide.
Our
women
who
organise
must
lead.
Who
carries
the
community?
We
do.
Who
builds
the
movement?
We
do.
Who
keeps
the
world
turning?
We
do.
We
do
the
work
everyone
depends
on...
The
work
no
one
sees...
Until
women
stop
doing
it.
See
us.
Hear
us.
Value
us.
Because
the
women
who
build
our
communities...
Must
decide
our
future.
The
patriarchy
and
capitalism
is
killing
us
so
sisters.
Don't
split
our
votes
Don't
Vote
for
a
politician
who
is
abusive
and
oppressive.
Don't
vote
for
a
party
that
fights
for
the
rich
at
the
expense
of
the
poor.
Asambe
makhosikazi!
WOMANDLA!!!