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She thought about the faces she saw on the Minibus taxis every morning—the weary eyes of a woman heading to a long shift, the restless energy of a teenager with a backpack full of dreams, the quiet dignity of an old man selling oranges on the corner. The song was a bridge. It was the desire to strip away the labels, the histories, and the fences that kept people apart.

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the silhouette of Table Mountain, painting the Cape Town sky in streaks of violet and burnt orange. In a small, cluttered rehearsal space in Woodstock, the air was thick with the scent of rain-damp pavement and old guitar cases. Freshlyground - Id Like

"I’d like to know what it’s like to be you," she belted out, the band swelling behind her in a jubilant crash of percussion. She thought about the faces she saw on