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Miriam Makeba

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In New York I heard A Piece of Ground, written by a white South African, Jeremy Taylor. I modified it a little and sang it myself. That song is very special to me because it deals with the land question in southern Africa. We were dispossessed of our land.
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As quoted in Nkrumah, Gamal (1–7 November 2001). Mama Africa. Profile. Al-Ahram Weekly.
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About her favourite song.

 
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