Prompt: "A song that you'd listen to while in the boxing ring, no emotions evident on your face whatsoever"
Selected by Zach
"Nkalakatha"
Mandoza
Nkalakatha, 2000
There's a fight club at the gym I attend. I see the people beating on each other in a controlled way. And I can't look away. I've never been in a fight before. I want to know what it's like to get a black eye from an angry fist. To fight back, and to win.
There's a Twitter account I used to follow. It's my friend's, from high school. His politics have always been different from mine, but these days, the difference is personal. Our friendship almost died a couple of months ago because of it. I don't follow him anymore, but when I want to get angry, I pull up his Twitter.
Somewhere in the middle of the triggering tweets, though, there are occasional gems. He had a dance party with his kids on a snow day. And they danced to this song.
This song makes me want to fight him. He'd have the upper hand; he's a South African citizen, and this is much more his song than it is mine. All the more reason to use it as motivation to beat him at his own game. To beat his head to a bloody pulp and hover over him like the champion I am.
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