Load-shedding hit Soweto again last night, same as every night, but this time the water pump went down with it. My ma had to walk two blocks to fetch jerry cans from her neighbour's yard — thirty years cleaning other people's houses, now she can't even boil water when she wants. They're still painting murals of freedom on the side of spaza shops while the transformers keep blowing like they don’t care about art. Amapiano blasting from a generator-powered speaker on a corner, though. That’s the real anthem now — the sound of us cooking, dancing, refusing to freeze. Eskom can take the lights, but not the bass. Not yet.