Nayola

I dreamed of a man running.

The man was naked,

...he was running through the tall grasses.

I heard gunshots,

something was chasing him, but I didn't know what.

He fell face down in the mud...

Then a tree began to grow where the man had disappeared.

A mulemba,

a very, very tall mulemba.

Charge!

Why? Why did you do it?

Baby's heart pulling me one side...

...and his the other.

I tried, I tried to keep mine beating in the middle.

But my heart always found a way of going over to his side.

And one night, it didn't come back.

I'm baptising you so you won't ever forget...

mines are for blowing up.

If you put our mission at risk again...

I'll burn you alive.

Yara will forgive me.

The diesel must have got into her brains.

Duta, play my rap in your bus...

I want the people to feel me.

I can't girl, my boss won't let me.

Come on, you're tiring me, just do it.

Cobelo, put everyone inside...

and get rid of this girl. We have to go. Move!

Hey Cobelo, how's it going?

Did you get to hear my sound?

Ya sista, you can't imagine the shit it got me in.

Yesterday the cops busted me.

They took all your CDs.

No way.

They beat me up and took all the money.

So sorry, bro. That wasn't my intention.

I just wanted to spread my sound, that's all.

No sweat, sista.

They're scared of your music Yara.

But this shit is good.

Welcome to Angola Where problems occur

We live off irony And you all know what that is

Sex is a profession Little kids are criminals

They are fights for survival For days on end

We have to fight To overcome

I don't change my ideas To convince my parents.

The path lies ahead We shouldn't look back

Come rain or shine This shit has to end

Bro bro bro, that was it, savage, man!

We have to make this demo now!

You're right Bola.

Tomorrow we're going to take our rap and spread it to the people.

I just think it's safer to wait.

Because with the excuse of Carnival...

the streets will be crawling with cops.

They could bust us.

But Ginga...

you just think think, you're never sure, are you?

- I think I am. - Nah, nah, nah...

The streets will be crawling with cops they could bust us.

Forget all that Ginga!

Yara, we're no good to anyone in prison.

Ginga I prefer that prison to being locked up...

at home like my grandmother.

But rap is guerrilla warfare. You sing and run.

- You sing again and run again. - Never!

You've definitely never heard of David Zé.

Bro, Carnival is our best and only chance to spread our demo.

We go into all that confusion and spread the whole scene bro.

I agree with you, Bola.

Ginga, do you know why I agree with Bola?

Because they're scared the people will rise up.

Because change begins right here now...

with the beat of our rap, Ginga.

But Yara, you're a rapper not Rambo.

You sing and run.

That way they never shut you up, get it?

Man, if you're into that, I'm out.

You can stay out...

because me and Bola will take care of it.

Bola, give us our beat.

We live from begging Counting the cost

For a handful of coins Another kid is lost

Yeah, we're gonna spread this, okay.

Did you ever fight with a comrade... with one green eye and one brown eye?

His name is Ekumbi.

Why do you want to know?

He's my husband.

They said he went missing in action.

I've been searching for him for a year.

Did anyone see him?

What's his war name?

- War name? - I don't know.

If you don't know your husband's war name...

how are you going to find him?

And who told you he was here?

He did.

He sent a message through a wounded comrade.

- How long ago? - 8 months ago.

You should ask the Shooter.

He's had more war than all of us put together.

Don't let it get wet.

Spit it out, what's your problem?

Did you ever fight with a comrade...

with one green eye and one brown eye?

I've fought with comrades with eyes of every colour.

- His name is Ekumbi. - He's my husband.

They said he went missing in action.

I've been searching for him for a year.

Does this photo help?

If I remember anyone like that, I'll tell you.

If you wanted to find someone in this war...

how would you go about it?

I'd keep myself alive, Nayola.

This here is the house of the masked ones...

and no one ever leaves.

You've got a hard knot in here.

You'd better untie it before it chokes you.

Han, yo... I don't conform to Living in a country

Where the ones who should protect us Become the agressors.

All because whoever thinks different Doesn't deserve freedom of speech.

Han, and what about my rights?

Do they think I deserve punishment For singing my reality.

My songs don't reach far They don't play them on the radio or television

I am a human being A living being, yo.

NEW COUNTRY

Mulemba, Mulemba...

I find myself...

in the comfort of your shade,

and in the firmness of your roots,

we remain lovers.

Here time doesn't exist...

and we are happy,

the soul is still in shade,

the presence that sustains the earth...

and makes us survive any war.

That's pretty.

Who taught it you?

I learnt it from my mother.

She sang it a lot before my father died.

When the war's over, you'll be a singer.

No.

I like writing better.

Writing what?

My stories, my dreams.

Those with beautiful dreams fight better.

Weapons also kill dreams.

It was in an operation in the north,

...in the area of Soyo,

in the oil fields.

Our unit was surrounded,

after heavy fighting all through the night.

And there were some wounded.

The sun was coming up

and breaking up the mist that was protecting us.

There was a fighter called Venga.

He put down his weapon,

took off his uniform and smiled,

he looked like a crazy man,

that son of a bitch, he had a beautiful smile.

He set off running into the jungle.

The enemy went after him and we managed to escape.

In my mind...

in my head...

I can still see that look...

This Venga, is it my Ekumbi?

Nayola...

forget that Ekumbi on your photo!

If you want to find your husband

search with your heart.

But, how?!

That story, when did it happen?

Do you think he deserted?

- Did he go south? - Did he go east?

Tell me! Where is he?!

Stay back!

Shooter!

Take the bazooka.

Go on!

Go on Nayola.

Point it at the front of the plane.

Shoot.

Shoot!

What a fury girl.

What time do you call this?

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

Having fixed hours is like having lice, Mama.

You have to pick the hours out...

And pick them before they suck the life out of you.

That's why I like this clock so much.

You're tired of hearing it was your mother that gave it me.

What happened to your T-shirt?

It got caught on a nail, Mama.

I don't have a nice man to hold me so a rusty nail will have to do.

God help us!

God's had other things on his mind lately.

You open your mouth again...

and I'll lock you in the house until you learn some sense.

That was a Kalashnikov!

- They're rockets, Mama. - It's Carnival.