Back in the day

So back in the day, in South Africa men could not go and visit nor sleep over at their girlfriend's place because of the DOM PASS.

Our parents were treated as less important by the white people because it was "law".  Cops did not realize the human factor that our black parents possessed.  Our parents were not allowed in restaurants and were segregated from the joys of what life was; they were mistreated and to plain put it, treated as less than human.  I can only imagine what it must have been like living in a society where waking up everyday was painful, a horror and simply just a struggle.  Making life possible was a nightmare's nightmare as a black person because of the demon that was "apartheid".

Secret parties were held where our parents could mingle, get together and share life, share secrets and literally escape from the horror that was "the norm" in South Africa.  Many adults died during the struggle wanting to protect what were basic human rights and to ensure that there is a better future for their kids: you and me.  Politics were rife, politicians were rotten and the yet, the spirit of black people was strong, resilient and one that was not giving up!  A lot of songs encouraged change in the state of the country, they gave hope to those whose faith was dying... it gave them a fresh breath to the fog that stifled their lives. 

Lifestyle was hard, it was scary and literally like walking on pyre everyday of your existence. 
I wasn't there, I am thankful I wasn't
I get along with anybody named Jack, Bokang, Amandla, Emily, Janien, Mahomed, Erykah, Tshepo, Karabo...
bottom line, I hold no grudge about the past but I just want to open your eyes to the fact that we should give all our respect and our lives to our parents for living through apartheid and being who they are. 

Don't expect them to forget.  Embrace them now.  Embrace them tomorrow.  Embrace them forever more!