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July 11, 2021: Protests taking place across South Africa following the arrest of former president Jacob Zuma.

Protests taking place across South Africa following the arrest of former President Jacob Zuma.

10 July 2021: Protests in South Africa following the arrest of former president Jacob Zuma.

LYRICS: People listen, there is something that you need to know Too long we’ve been fighting, racial wars that started long ago Dear Lord for us to grow we must let go of what’s been keeping us apart Now’s the time to put the past behind, to gather all mankind, make a brand-new start Love has no color, you’re my brother Love shows no evil, to no people We know there’s a difference in the colors of our skin So be proud of your heritage And learn from the lessons they give Dear Lord for us to grow we must let go of what’s been keeping us apart Now’s the time to put the past behind, gather all mankind, make a brand-new start Love has no color, you’re my brother Love shows no evil, to no people If we could learn to love with our hearts and not our eyes Love for all brothers, all kinds and all colors What a world it would be Love has no color, you’re my brother Love shows no evil, to no people His Holy Spirit makes us kindred Love has no color, you’re my brother Love shows no evil, to no people So let’s talk about love Song by The Winans ft. Michael McDonald

Lyrics In quelle trine morbide, nell’alcova dorata v’è un silenzio, un gelido mortal – v’è un silenzio, un freddo che m’agghiaccia! Ed io che m’ero avvezza a una carezza voluttuosa di labbra ardenti e d’infuocate braccia or ho tutt’altra cosa! O mia dimora umile, tu mi ritorni innanzi – gaia, isolata, bianca, come un sogno gentil e di pace e d’amor! --- Translation In those soft lace hangings, in that gilt alcove there is a silence, a mortal chill – there is a silence, a coldness that turns me to ice! And I who was accustomed to a voluptuous caress of ardent lips and passionate arms now have something quite different. Oh, my humble dwelling, you again appear before me – cheerful, secluded, white-walled, like a sweet dream of peace and love! Maria Callas (December 2, 1923 - September 16, 1977). American-born Greek soprano.

Lyrics Casta Diva, Casta Diva che inargenti Queste sacre, Queste sacre, queste sacreantiche piante, A noi volgi il bel sembiante A noi volgi, a noi volgi il bel sembiante Senza nube e senza vel Tempra, o Diva, Tempra tu de’ cori ardenti Tempra ancora, Tempra ancora, tempra ancora lo zelo audace, Spargi in terra quella pace Spargi in terra, spargi in terra Regnar, regnar tu fai, tu fai nel ciel Tu fai, sì, tu fai, nel ciel. --- Translation Virtous Goddess, whose silver these sacred ancient plants covers. Turn towards us your merciful face; unclouded and unveiled. Temper, oh Goddess, Temper ardent spirits Temper bold zeal Spread peace across the earth That thou make reign in the sky Maria Callas (December 2, 1923 - September 16, 1977). American-born Greek soprano.

Lyrics Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore, non feci mai male ad anima viva! Con man furtiva quante miserie conobbi aiutai. Sempre con fè sincera la mia preghiera ai santi tabernacoli salì. Sempre con fè sincera diedi fiori agl’altar. Nell’ora del dolore perché, perché, Signore, perché me ne rimuneri così? Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto, e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel, che ne ridean più belli. Nell’ora del dolor perché, perché, Signor, ah, perché me ne rimuneri così? --- Translation I lived for my art, I lived for love I never did harm to a living soul! With a secret hand I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of. Always with true faith my prayer rose to the holy shrines. Always with true faith I gave flowers to the altar. In the hour of grief why, why, o Lord, why do you reward me thus? I gave jewels for the Madonna's mantle, and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven, which smiled with more beauty. In the hour of grief why, why, o Lord, ah, why do you reward me thus? Maria Callas (December 2, 1923 - September 16, 1977). American-born Greek soprano.

Lyrics Una voce poco fa qui nel cor mi risuono Il mio cor ferito è già, e Lindor fu che il piagò. Sì, Lindoro mio sarà; lo giurai, la vincerò. Sì, Lindoro mio sarà; lo giurai, la vincerò. Il tutor ricuserà, Io l'ingegno aguzzerò. Alla fin s'accheterà e contenta io resterò, Sì, Lindoro mio sarà; lo giurai, la vincerò. Sì, Lindoro mio sarà; lo giurai, sì. Io sono docile, son rispettosa, Sono obbediente, dolce, amorosa; Mi lascio reggere, mi lascio reggere, Mi fo guidar, mi fo guidar. Ma, ma se mi toccano dov'è il mio debole sarò una vipera, sarò e cento trappole prima di cedere Farò giocar,farògiocar. E cento trappole prima di cedere farò giocar, farò giocar. E cento trappole prima di cedere Farò giocar, farò,farò,farògiocar. Io sono docile, sono obbediente Mi lascio reggere, Mi fo guidar. Ma, ma se mi toccano dov'è il mio debole sarò una vipera, sarò e cento trappole prima di cedere Farò giocar. E cento trappole prima di cedere farò giocar, farò,faròfarò, giocar E cento trappolefarò Prima di cedere faro giocar,farò,faròfarò,farò,farò, giocar E cento trappole faro giocar E cento trappole faro giocar Faro giocar Faro giocar --- Translation A voice from a while back echoes in my heart My heart has already been pierced and it was Lindoro who inflicted the wound. Yes, Lindoro will be mine I swear it. I will win. The tutor will refuse, I will sharpen my wits Finally he will accept, and I shall rest content. Yes, Lindoro will be mine I swear it, I will win. Yes, Lindoro will be mine I swear it, yes. I'm docile. I'm respectful. I'm obedient, gentle, loving I let myself be ruled. I let myself be ruled I let myself be guided. I let myself be guided But if they touch where my weak spot is I'll be a viper and a hundred tricks I'll play before giving up And a hundred tricks I'll play before giving up Maria Callas (December 2, 1923 - September 16, 1977). American-born Greek soprano.

Lyrics D'amour l'ardente flamme, Consume mes beaux jours. Ah! la paix de mon âme A donc fui pour toujours! A donc fui pour toujours! Son départ, son absence Sont pour moi le cercueil, Et loin de sa présence, Tout me paraît en deuil. Alors ma pauvre tête Se dérange bientôt, Mon faible coeur s'arrête, Puis se glace aussitôt. Sa marche que j'admire, Son port si gracieux, Sa bouche au doux sourire, Le charme de ses yeux, Sa voix enchanteresse, Dont il sait m'embrâser, De sa main, la caresse, Hélas! et son baiser, D'une amoureuse flamme, Consument mes beux jours! Ah! le paix de mon âme A donc fui pour toujours! A donc fui pour toujours! Je suis à ma fenêtre, Ou dehors, tout le jour - C'est pour le voir paraître, Ou hâter son retour. Mon coeur bat, mon coeur bat et se presse Dès qu'il le sent venir, Au gré de ma tendresse, Puis-je le retenir! O caresses de flamme! Que je voudrais un jour Voir s'exhaler mon âme Dans ses baisers d'amour! Voir s'exhaler mon âme Dans ses baisers Dans ses baisers d'amour! --- Translation The ardent flame of love, Consumes my beautiful days. Ah! The peace of my soul has fled forever! His departure, his absence Is the death of me, And away from his presence, Everything seems in mourning. So my poor head is soon driven mad, My weak heart stops Then ices over immediately. I admire his strong gait, Its carriage so graceful, His mouth's sweet smile The charm of his eyes, His enchanting voice, He sets me ablaze, His hand, caress, Alas! His kiss Of one amorous flame consumes my days! Ah! The peace of my soul has fled forever! I am at my window, where outside, all day - This is the view I wish to see him appear, Or hasten his return. My heart beats and presses Whenever I feel he is coming. According to my affection I will always remember him! O the flame caresses! I would one day See my soul exhale In his kisses of love! Maria Callas (December 2, 1923 - September 16, 1977). American-born Greek soprano.

Lyrics Moncoeur s'ouvre à ta voix, comme s'ouvrent les fleurs aux baisers de l'aurore! Mais, ô mon bienaimé, pour mieux sécher mes pleurs, que ta voix parle encore! Dis-moi qu'à Dalila tu reviens pour jamais. Redis à ma tendresse les serments d'autrefois, ces serments que j'aimais! Ah! réponds à ma tendresse! Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse! Réponds à ma tendresse! Réponds à ma tendresse! Ah verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse! Ainsi qu'on voit des blés les épis onduler sous la brise légère, ainsi frémit mon coeur, prêt à se consoler, à ta voix qui m'est chère! La flèche est moins rapide à porter le trépas, que ne l'est ton amante à voler dans tes bras! à voler dans tes bras! Ah! réponds à ma tendresse! Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse! Réponds à ma tendresse! Réponds à ma tendresse! Ah verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse! --- Translation My heart opens up to your voice, Like flowers open To the kisses of the dawn! But, oh my beloved, To better dry my tears, Let your voice speak again! Tell me that you'll return To Delilah forever. Repeat to me your tenderness, Your promises from before, Those vows that I loved! Ah! Respond to my tenderness! Pour into me, pour euphoria into me! Just as you see the wheat, The grains wave Under the light breeze, So my heart trembles, Ready to console itself, At your voice that is so precious to me! The arrow does not bring death As quickly as your lover would fly into your arms! Ah! Respond to my tenderness! Pour into me, pour euphoria into me! Maria Callas (December 2, 1923 - September 16, 1977). American-born Greek soprano.

Lyrics (La vergine degli angeli Vi copra del suo manto E vi protegga vigile Di dio ol'angelo santo) La vergine degli angeli Vi co pra del suo manto E vi protegga vigile Di dio l'angelo santo (La vergine) La vergine degli angeli E me protegga, me protegga L'angiol di dio e me protegga L'angiol di dio E me protegga, e me protegga --- Translation The virgin of the angels Covers me with her mantle, And protects me vigilantly Sacred angel of God. The virgin of the angels And/She protects me, protects me, The angel of God And/She protects me The angel of God protects me. And protects me. Renata Tebaldi (1 February 1922 - 19 December 2004). Acclaimed Italian lirico-spinto soprano.

2018 Soccer World Cup in Russia.

But my mama said I could sing! 😁 Video not mine.

Gloom, Despair and Agony On Me. Song from the country music comedy show "Hee Haw", 1969 -1992.

Lockdown protest in London, England. Not too chuffed about the vaccine either. Video not mine.

I feel dizzy and get vertigo just from watching. Kids are brave 😱🙆‍♀️ Video not mine.

Q: "Ufuna ukuba yini mawukhula?" (Translation: What do you want to be when you grow up?) A: "Ah noma yini. Sizobona phambili." 😁 (Whatever. We'll see when we get there.) Video not mine.

"Ngikhala ngeshumi." (Translation: Spare me 1ZAR)

The fun side of life in South Africa. Video not mine.

Funny side of life in South Africa. Video not mine.

Ingredients: Lemon Creams biscuits, double cream yoghurt, sweetened condensed milk. Video not mine.

Covid-19 effect on kids, "Everything in this world has to shut all the way down... We can't go anywhere! Not even McDonald's which is my favourite restaurant." 😥🍔🍟🍩 Video not mine.

Different English accents in the Africa melting pot, South African. Video not mine.

The International Opera Choir (Coro Internazionale Lirico Sinfonico) suspended its performances to help curb the spread of Covid-19 but opened its virtual rehearsal rooms to the world. Goose bumps inducing stuff. 🤗💝🎹🎼🎶 Video clip cut from full video.

"Does anybody want a wife? I'm single! I ain't go no kids. I can cook, kinda. Your momma gonna love me. People say I'm funny." 😅 Video not mine.