I sang many of the songs in this book in church services less than thirty years ago. The political situation in South Africa has changed since Nelson Mandela was released from prison, but I think we used to sing: free Mandela. Open, Botha, we are a-knocking. Thuma Mina. At some point, these things stopped making as much sense as they used to have, but I still like: Ipharadisi, where all the dead are living. May we one day join them, all there: Ipharadisi.