Scatterlings of Africa
Johnny Clegg Savuka Lyrics


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Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began

I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

Ancient bones from Olduvai
Echoes of the very first cry
"Who made me here and why
Beneath the copper sun?"

African idea
African idea
Make the future clear
Make the future clear

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
Both you and I
We're on the road to Phelamanga
Beneath the copper sky

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
On a journey to the stars
Far below, we leave forever
Dreams of what we were

We are the scatterlings of Africa
We are the scatterlings of Africa
We are the scatterlings of Africa
We are the scatterlings of Africa





Scatterlings of Africa
Scatterlings of Africa

Overall Meaning

The song Scatterlings of Africa by Johnny Clegg and Savuka paints a vivid picture of the African diaspora and the struggles that come with it. The opening lines "Copper sun sinking low, Scatterlings and fugitives, Hooded eyes and weary brows, Seek refuge in the night" immediately set the tone of the song. The image of weary travelers seeking refuge in the night suggests fleeing from something or someone, possibly from the colonial powers that oppressed many African nations.


The chorus proclaims that "They are the scatterlings of Africa, Each uprooted one, On the road to Phelamanga, Where the world began." The word "scatterlings" refers to those who have been forced to leave their homeland and are now scattered throughout the world. "Phelamanga" is a Zulu phrase that means "the great/good/greatness/goodness land." It alludes to a place where Africans come from and where their cultural roots and identities are found.


The second verse introduces the idea of ancient bones from Olduvai (a rich archaeological site in Tanzania), and the echoes of the first cry, "Who made me here and why, Beneath the copper sun?" This verse speaks to the power of ancestry and the search for identity. The line, "In their hearts a burning hunger, Beneath the copper sun" suggests that despite being scattered far and wide, Africans still yearn for the homeland, the familiar, and the ancestral traditions.


Line by Line Meaning

Copper sun sinking low
The African sun is setting, leaving everything in the land colored in a beautiful copper hue.


Scatterlings and fugitives
People of Africa who have been forced to flee their homes and scatter around in search of a new place to live.


Hooded eyes and weary brows
These are the outward appearances of those who have faced many difficulties in their journey to find a new home. They are tired, scared, and unsure of what their future holds.


Seek refuge in the night
Under the cover of darkness, these people find a place to rest and seek protection from any dangers that may be lurking.


They are the scatterlings of Africa
These are the people who have been forced to leave their homes and wander the land in search of a new one.


Each uprooted one
Every person who has been displaced from their home, uprooted from the ground they were born on.


On the road to Phelamanga
This refers to the journey that these people are on to find a new home, a place with a new beginning.


Where the world began
Phelamanga represents a new start, a place where life started afresh.


I love the scatterlings of Africa
The artist is expressing his love for these people and their struggle to find a new home.


Each and every one
This underscores the importance of these individuals and their unique stories.


In their hearts a burning hunger
These are people with a deep desire to find a new home, a place where they can belong and start afresh.


Beneath the copper sun
These are people who have endured many difficulties and trials along the way, with the African sun bearing witness to their struggles.


Ancient bones from Olduvai
The remains of our ancestors who lived in Olduvai Gorge, Tanzania, and who signify the struggles of humanity.


Echoes of the very first cry
The first outcry of humanity, which we can still feel echoing through the generations that have followed.


"Who made me here and why
The existential question that we all struggle with, trying to understand our purpose and why we were created.


Beneath the copper sun?"
This question is asked and can only be answered by those who have been through the trials of the African sun.


African idea
A call to embrace African culture and ideas.


African idea
A repetition of the call to embrace African culture and ideas, reflecting its importance.


Make the future clear
A call to plan and prepare for the future, a future that will honor the traditions and heritage of Africa.


Make the future clear
A repetition of the call to plan and work towards a future that celebrates and preserves Africa's heritage.


And we are the scatterlings of Africa
The artist acknowledges that he too is a part of this group of people who have been displaced from their homes and are searching for a new one.


Both you and I
This is a reminder that we all share this journey and struggle, that we are all in this together.


We're on the road to Phelamanga
Reflecting that we all have a journey to find a new home, a place to start afresh.


Beneath the copper sky
Acknowledging that the sun has set, but still the struggle continues.


On a journey to the stars
Looking towards the future, a future of hope and promise.


Far below, we leave forever
Leaving our past behind, while looking towards a brighter, more prosperous future.


Dreams of what we were
Reflecting on the past, but not dwelling on it, as we strive towards a better future.


We are the scatterlings of Africa
A repetition of the statement that we are all part of this group of people who have been displaced and are searching for a new home.


Scatterlings of Africa
A repetition of the title, and a final call to acknowledge and celebrate the struggles of these people, who are all part of the tapestry of Africa.




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Written by: Jonathan Paul Clegg

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@JW-vd4il

Sorry for your loss. 😢💞

Now I'm curious about your neighbor! What an unusual song for a funeral. Your neighbor must have been a very interesting person!

Do tell more, if you like. I'd love to hear it.

And for yourself, go find some more Juluka and Savuka if you haven't yet. Woza Friday is another favorite of mine that I just listened to here on youtube. The entire Scatterlings album (that this song is from) is excellent. I had the album, then cassette tape, then CD!

Viva Johnny Clegg and your neighbor! ❤💕💞



@vetb882

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I'VE loved this song since I was a young man. I was about to add this song to a post.
I'M SO SO SORRY HE PASSED AWAY. Damn it! Why must we did, Lord?

I want really fit the glorified bodies you promise us, where there is no pain, no suffering and no death.
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@celinedurand3587

Le soleil de cuivre se couche
Dispersés et fugitifs
Aux paupières tombantes et aux fronts las
Cherchent un refuge dans la nuit

Ils sont les dispersés de l'Afrique
Tous déracinés
Sur la route de Phelamanga
Là où le monde a commencé
J'aime les dispersés de l'Afrique
Chacun d'entre eux
Dans leurs coeurs brûle un ardent désir
Sous le soleil de cuivre

Des vieux os de Olduvai
Font écho aux tous premiers pleurs

"Qui m'a fait naître ici et pourquoi
Sous le soleil de cuivre ? "
Une idée africaine
Une idée africaine
Rend le futur limpide
Rend le futur limpide

Ils sont les dispersés de l'Afrique
Tous déracinés
Sur la route de Phelamanga
Là où le monde a commencé
J'aime les dispersés de l'Afrique
Chacun d'entre eux
Dans leurs coeurs brûle un ardent désir
Sous le soleil de cuivre


Et nous sommes les dispersés de l'Afrique

Aussi bien toi que moi
Nous sommes sur la route de Phelamanga
Sous un soleil de cuivre
Et nous sommes les dispersés de l'Afrique
En route pour les étoiles
Loin derrière, nous quittons pour toujours
Les rêves dont nous étions fait



@fallyakhoubaabdallah328

Un grand homme. Un grand chanteur. Une belle voix. Johny Clegg était aussi et d'abord un professeur d'anthropologie, une discipline qu'il a enseignée dans une grande université de Jo'burg (Johannesburg) en Afrique du Sud.

A fondé Savuka ("sueur de boeuf"), Juluka autrefois pour promouvoir la riche culture zoulue avec quelques amis zoulous dont Sipho Mchunu segond lead vocal, et à travers sa musique participer à sa manière à la grande lutte contre l'apartheid.

Il a cautionné, soutenu, encouragé la participation de sommités intellectuels et de la culture dont l'écrivain Breyten Breytenbach de son pays à la grande recontre, conférence de Gorée au Sénégal dans les années 80 qui furent capitales dans ce combat contre l'apartheid par des prises de positions et dénonciations hardies contre ce système odieux dans son pays.

Clegg a été pleinement initié aux rites et traditions zoulues. Ce qui lui valut le titre de zoulou blanc par ces nombreux admirateurs de par le monde. On retient parmi ces interprétations célébres "Spirit of the journey" ou l'on découvre des sonorités purement zouloues telles que le "mbaqanga", une sorte de guitare acoustique ou solo.

Johny clegg et Savuka ont été connus en Afrique de l'ouest grâce à Pierre René Worms du mensuel et magazine "Afrique Élite" des années 80 et à Gilles Obringer de l'émission Canal Tropical de Rfi.



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@patiencembilini1017

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@jeromeroucayrol

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@oratilekhukhele6235

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@wildcat_reloading

Come back, we waiting

@kwazar6725

South africa died

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@jacquesleroux5069

Me a 23 year old South African travelling on a train from Luxembourg to Paris in July 1988, French people in the compartment on their way to the Zulu Blanc concert in Paris - special memories 😊

@patrickndraman316

Souvenirs mémorables! 👍🏽❤️❤️❤️⭐️🌟💫😇🇿🇦

@77papy

Bonjour à toutes et tous ; je ne sais pas si Vous êtes comme moi , mais je pense sincèrement que Monsieur Johnny Clegg aurait mérité " le Prix Nobel de la Paix " avec cette chanson si jolie qui traverse les âges sans prendre une seule ride ... Non ??
Prenez soin de Vous et de vos proches en cette période plus que difficile a vivre ou survivre et qui perdure dans le temps … Et jusqu' ' à quand ? Dieu seul le sait …
Bisous à toutes et tous …
Papy77 et oui ce n' est que moi …

@damianhoratiu2287

Et avec "Asinbonanga".

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