All language subtitles for Shaka Zulu S01E03.720p.BluRay

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♪ Ayete, gossy...

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♪ We are growing higher

♪ Growing higher ♪

Having survived
the horrendous ordeal

of the Gift Ceremony,

we began to settle
into the daily life

of Kwa Bulawawayo.

which I must say was not at all
an unpleasant experience

if one could turn a blind eye

to the often terrifying events

surrounding the life
of the royal court.

We, however,
contrary to our fears

were treated with
the greatest courtesy.

We had miscalculated
the man's intelligence.

It was clear
that he knew enough

about the Cape Canie
than Whites

to make him
suspicious of our motives.

From the start he adopted
a conciliatory attitude,

while at the same time

making us fully aware
of his ability

to destroy us and possibly

the Cape Colony,
if he so desired.

Everyday we witnessed
extravagant ceremonies

performed with the kind of
military precision

the likes of which
would be the envy

of the British War Office.

It was perfectly obvious
that Shaka knew the value

of carefully planned
dramatic events.

His citadel, ominously named
Kwa Bulawayo,

the "Place of the Killing",

was the center
of all important events.

Every morning, the people were
summoned in the thousands

to attend court proceedings.

Carefully guarded
by his Ufa Simba regiment,

his feared personal bodyguard,

he underwent
a ritual morning anointing.

His body being greased down
with a mixture of red ocher

and sheep's tail fat.

While outside
in the royal area,

in front of
the King's huge hut,

the people were assembled.

He then appeared

preceded by half a dozen or so
praise singers

all recounting the heroic deeds
of the king

from boyhood till the present.

The people in one voice
would echo the praise-singers

shouting and crashing
their shields.

This terrifying and indeed,
awe-inspiring spectacle

being sustained entirely
at the king's pleasure.

Should anyone tire before
the king's signal to cease,

they'd be slaughtered at a whim
by the Ufasimba regiment.

We noticed that the people

remained untiring
in their admiration.

At the king's signal
the daily court was constituted

and in front of all present,

the law according to Shaka
would be dispensed.

He was the ultimate call
to the pew,

the sole source of law

and like a Solomon, settled
important disputes arbitrarily.

The most important member
of the Council

was Ngomane, his Prime Minister

whom he frequently did consult
and appeared to respect.

It was however,
the military side,

which, as we had already seen
during the trek to the capital,

was most impressive.

Regiment upon regiment
of highly disciplined warriors

trained
in the apparently unique

"Shaka battle method."

His generals, drawn from
those early days

when he was training
his men himself

were his most trusted friends

and were the only people
in his domain

to whom he really gave
a full ear.

And indeed they were the ones

trusted with the expansion
of the empire's borders.

In these ranks, Shaka could not
afford any form of treachery

which brings me to Dingane,

the king's half-brother,

a man who few
in Kwa Bulawayo trusted.

We share
the same blood, Ufoyi.

Few men know you as well as I.

Dingane had managed
to survive only because

the king was using him to lead
him ultimately

to the most dangerous traitors
in his midst.

Indeed, unbeknown to us,

Dingane was planning
with Shaka's enemies.

One of them,
the most powerful

and dangerous of them
all, Zwide.

These so-called Zwalos have
almost reached Kwa Bulawayo.

That is the time to strike.

Let the people think that
his death was caused

by the curse of these white men.

But Shaka's network
of bodyguards

is impenetrable
and incorruptible.

Nothing is impenetrable
and incorruptible.

See to it.

So it was that
day by day we were to be drawn

deeper and deeper
into the intrigue

surrounding the king.

Francis was determined to play
the game in any way he could.

And as long as it was
advantageous to our venture.

He almost recklessly indulged
the king's belief

in our supernatural powers

despite the fact that
with every move

our position became
more precarious.

And what was more important
was that it would become

increasingly difficult for us
to extricate ourselves

from the complicated situation
we were getting ourselves into.

Steadfastly, I disciplined
myself into setting down

the events and intrigue taking
place around us.

Indeed it was a world so far
removed from our experience

that not even the most
imaginative storyteller

would have envisaged

what the court of King Shaka
was like.

As we peruse the situation,

three characters, three women,

began to emerge as important
forces of Kwa Bulawayo.

Nearly always present at
important ceremonies was Nandi,

the King's mother,
Mkabayi, the King's aunt

and Setayi, the grotesquely old
and frail chief witch doctor

of the realm.

I suppose the best way
to describe her was that

she constituted the spiritual
arm of his court

like the Archbishop
of Canterbury, I suppose,

although I'm not sure he would
appreciate the comparison.

She wielded enormous power

and no one was able to tell us
exactly how old she was.

Fantastic figures of hundreds
of years were bound to develop

while her supernatural powers
were exalted by all I spoke to.

But it was Nandi
who was to emerge

as the most powerful force
in a story which,

as I began to piece it together

became increasingly difficult
to believe.

Tales of supernatural forces,

great prophesies
and magical witchcraft

surrounding a king's power
and the making of his spear

almost an Excalibur,
as it were.

But such was the conviction
of the people

who told me
these fantastic events

that I felt obliged to at least
set them down

and let my readers decide
for themselves

what was truth and what
was fantasy.

It all started as far as
I could logically work out

somewhere in the mid 1780's.

Zulu's were a small
and insignificant tribe.

The king's son, the young,
arrogant and reckless

Prince Senzagakona,
out hunting one day,

was to set in motion
a chain of events

that would change the course
of Zulu history.

Shh!

This is becoming
very risky now, isn't it?

The risk is half of
the fun of it.

Anyway, I'll tire of the law
before my father finds out.

Nandi, look, it's Prince
Senzangakhona.

-I know.
-Now is your chance to meet him.

I know. Go now.
Take them with you.

Now Homa, go.

Nandi!

I've watched you
from the bushes.

Your eyes told me you love me.

How can I love a man
I do not know?

Because I'm a king's son

and I cast a powerful shadow

wherever I go and you found
that shadow pass over you.

Shadow? I felt no shadow.

And my eyes lied to you.

A king's son cannot be lied to.

A king's son?

I'm not for the taking.

You play games with my feelings.

Let us at least enjoy our time.

If I made love to you, it must
be much more. More than fun.

So be it.

What if someone sees us?

No one will.

Except the birds.

-Do my eyes lie to you now?
-No.

They show only the truth.

Nandi.

How was it?

Hey Nandi. We've been
waiting for you.

I've got good news. Gendeyana
has honored our family

by asking to marry you.

And we have agreed.

There'll be bride-prize
of ten cattle.

Which we find most generous.

And being that you'll be
his first wife,

we have decided that no matter
how many others

he may marry in future,

you will remain
his principal wife.

And the first son you will bear
will be considered

principal heir
to his father's inheritance.

Upon your return

from the wedding of your
mother's relative,

to the House of Zulu

we will officially announce
your betrothal to Gendeyana.

What's the matter?

Ten cattle, Gendeyana.

That is most generous.

And what do you expect from me?
Love?

-Nandi!
-Mother, no.

This is not what I want.

My apologies, Gendeyana.
She'll do as she's told.

Nandi.

I'm sorry, father.

So am I , Nandi.

I suppose no man has
the right to father a wild cat.

Unless he has the wisdom
to tame it.

Nandi, Gendeyana is a good man.

He has the patience
to tolerate your temper.

Because he loves you truly.

-What more could you ask for?
-Much more.

Much more, father.

I want it ready
for the celebration.

Fine looking animal.

Have you seen my bride-to-be?

Seen her?
I chose her.

And what is she like?

Senzagakona, dear brother.

Need I remind you
that the only reason

you are the heir to the Zulu
throne and not me

is because of what
is between your legs.

Is it asking too much
if you occasionally

used it for the betterment
of our kingdom?

Fat is what she's like.

And so on the chosen
tribes from distant territories

converged on the Zulu kingdom
to witness the marriage

of Senzagakona
to his first wife.

It was an event of some
importance to the Zulus.

They were not a particularly
strong people

and needed to form alliances
with more powerful tribes

with whom they could unite
in times of war.

King Gwanto of the Gwabis.

King Maketab of Elange.

King Sotub of the Zusas.

Zulu! Zulu!

His Majesty,
King Jama, of the Zulus

welcomes you and your families
to the house of Zulu.

May the festivities today
bind our clans in peace.

I welcome you to the House
of Zulu, Domozan.

Take care of us
and we will take care of you.

Zulu! Zulu!

All the ancestors
of the AmaZulu,

please accept this new bride

as another child in your home.

Grant her happiness

and many strong sons.

Let there be noise.

Let there be laughter.

Sacrifice the bull.

When will that boy learn
to behave like a prince?

Yes, take this.

Why didn't you tell me Nandi
will be here?

I didn't know, Dabeset,
but be careful.

She can cause trouble.

What trouble can she cause?

I don't know, Dabeset.
What if your father finds out?

You used me as a plaything.

-My little Elani.
-Stop it!

Marry me, Prince.
Make me one of your wives.

Where is my drink?

Get it yourself.

No, no, no! Put me down!

Leave me alone!

No, no! Put me down!

You'll make
matters worse.

We have started this together
and we'll finish it together.

Why have you met
with her since your wedding?

Senzangakhona, my son.

Your spies are my spies.

Now answer me.

Have the members of the Council
met to discuss a woman?

Answer me!

What of it?

Does that mean that
you intend to see her again?

-Perhaps.
-Perhaps.

And how will you define
her behavior at your wedding?

Fiery.

Well, suppose you were
King Kondo of Epales?

What opinion would you
have had of her?

That she is beautiful.

And disobedient. Dangerous!

Would you have felt being

That she had insulted you.
Humiliated you!

Your pride should have
prevented you

from ever wanting
to see her again.

There is already talk that
she has bewitched you!

By right, she should have been
executed for her act

of effrontery
to a prince of the AmaZulu.

So you will erase that woman
from your mind.

That is not a request.

It is an order.

Go on, kill him!

If it will make you feel
any better, go on, kill him.

Leave him!

The prophesy
was about to begin

its determined path.

Setayi wielded all the power
at her disposal to bring about

a series of events which would
ultimately fulfill the terms

of that prophesy.

Oh, help me.

Meanwhile,
in the Zulu Kingdom.

Senzangakhona's first wife
was also feeling the effects

of her pregnancy.

But all was not well.

It appears that forces were
working against her.

Have you hurt this bad?

Yes, baba.
it will be a boy, if it lives.

He must live.

It will be difficult, baba.

The life voice for
both of you to survive.

What are you saying,
old woman?

When the time comes,
you might have to choose.

There is no choice.

He must live. See to it.

Don't you worry, my child.

Your father will go to
King Makedama

and Ngazana for advice

and demand justice.

And so it was
that a messenger was sent

by Nandi's parents demanding
that Prince Senzangakhona

should acknowledge
his responsibility

towards their daughter.

Come closer, my son.

Have you disobeyed my orders?

No, baba, it is as you said.

The woman's dangerous.

She will resort to anything.

Even deceit for the sake
of her ambition.

Send the messenger back.

He shall announce that

the son of Jama

remembers no one
by the name of Nandi,

daughter of Bhebhe,

if she says she is pregnant.

It is either the work of
another man...

or the Ishaka,

the disease of the beetle.

Senzangakhona, my son,

you send me to our ancestors

with a lie.

Leave me.

Everywhere,
forces were beginning

to change the course
of Zulu history.

The king was dying

and Nandi's child could be born
of royal parentage

if Senzangakhona became King
after his father.

Meanwhile, Nandi
had been summoned

to a mysterious meeting
in the forest.

She thought it was to meet
her Prince.

But she did not know

Senzangakhona.

Senzangakhona.

Yes, baba.

Will she go?

Yes.

She'll want to know what
the prince has to say to her

that is so private

and so urgent.

Yes, of course.

-Watch over him.
-Yeah.

Protect him from those
who surround him.

He will need you...

as I have needed you.

I shall, Jama.

I swear I shall.

Senzangakhona.

Senzangakhona, stop this.

Daughter of Bhebhe.

From your womb shall come
the firstborn of a king

giving birth to a mighty nation

of blood-stained spears

and thundering like shells.

Behold the everlasting spear
from generation to generation.

Behold him, he of the clan,
who is your King today.

Zulu!

Zulu!

Mkozi. Mkozi. Mkozi.

What is it?

-Baba
-Speak!

Your wife, baba.
She has given birth.

Go on!
Out! out! Go on!

Is it a boy?

The midwife said
it is quite common.

-It often happens that-
-Answer me, woman!

-Is it a boy?
-Yes.

-What is it?
-Baba.

No! No!

I'll call for help.

Here, pass this around her feet.

Have you
got the rope?

I've got the rope.

Pull! Pull hard!

-Mother!
-Shh! All is well.

We'll get this beetle out
as soon as it's ready.

Out! Go away.
You know you're not allowed here

when the mother is in pain.
Go outside.

Take the rope.

All is well.
Hold it.

Please, pat her down.
Pat her down.

Right, now! Push, push!

It's killing me, mother!
It's killing me!

The more you and your
child suffer,

the greater your life will be.
Now push!

-It's fighting me, mother!
-No, it's not!

Just once more. Push!

Push!

Head. The head's here.
Push!

It's a boy, Nandi! It's a boy.
It's a boy!

So this is the beetle.
This is Shaka.

It's a fine beetle, my child.

The son of a chief!

He's much more, mother.

Much more.

History had
cast its die.

And in Africa, a force
had been generated

that in time, would rock
the very foundations

of the African subcontinent.

♪ Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom Boom

♪ Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom Boom

♪ Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom Boom

♪ Ayete, gossy

♪ Ayete, gossy

♪ Be a man of greatness now
A man so tall, a man so kind

♪ Be a man of wisdom now
A man of mind, a man of blind

♪ Be a man of kindness now
A man so big and strong in mind

♪ Be a man so humble now
A man of man, now let it shine

♪ This is what you are
This is how it was planned now

♪ This is what to be
Every kind of man now

♪ This is what to say
With the kind of meaning

♪ This is what to feel
With the kind of feeling

♪ We are growing
Growing higher and higher

♪ We are growing
Growing higher and higher

♪ We are growing
Growing higher and higher

♪ We are growing
Growing higher and higher

♪ Hear the children,
hear the children

♪ They are talking to you

♪ Hear the wind blow,
Hear the wind blow

♪ It is calling for you

♪ See the grass grow,
See the grass grow

♪ It whispers his name

♪ See the fire blow,
See the fire blow

♪ His heart's in the flame

♪ Ayete, gossy

♪ Ayete, gossy

♪ Ayete, gossy

♪ Ayete, gossy

♪ Boom, boom boom boom boom
boom boom boom boom ♪

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