The Tsonga language (Xitsonga) is a southern African Bantu language spoken by the Tsonga people, it was officially created in 1875 at the Valdezia Mission Station by the Swiss Missionaries, otherwise, it was a combination of various east coast dialects, such as Xigwamba, XiNkuna, Xihlengwe, XiTembe, XiValoyi, XiNyembani, Xitswa, XiRonga, XiChopi, etc. The Swiss Missionaries blended all these east coast dialects into one and formed one super language, which they called 'Thonga', but later modified it and renamed Xitsonga. The Swiss Missionaries refused to recognised Tswa and Ronga as independent languages from Xitsonga because, according to them, Tswa and Ronga are 99% related to Xitsonga. At Valdezia Mission Station, and the rest of South Africa, Tswa and Ronga were swallowed, incorporated and disappeared into Xitsonga. But in Mozambique, Tswa, Ronga and Xitsonga are regarded as independent languages. The only differences between Tswa, Ronga and Xitsonga in Mozambique is that Ronga and Tswa are highly influenced by the Portuguese language as Maputo and Matola are the homelands of the Ronga and Tswa people. While the homelands of Xitsonga speakers in Mozambique starts 75 Km North of Maputo, Yet Xitsonga, Tswa and Ronga are 99% similar to each other and it is difficult for a non-Xitsonga speaker to see a difference between the three dialects.
It was a curious sight to me
A castle older than a redwood tree
Once lived in by royalty
Who taxed and raped the land
Mostly now it was stone and dust
Long damp halls and smells of must
Faded walls and ancient rust
Built on shifting sand
And I wanted I wanted I wanted
To smash that sucker down
It was a marvelous sight to see
A redhead workin' in a brasserie
Five foot nine built to a tee
Eyes so blue and bright
All the drunks were just circling round
I drank water and held my ground
Later on we did the town
And we caught every sight
Cause I wanted I wanted I wanted
To follow her down
Sightseein' freein' my soul
Sightseein' leavin' my soul
It was a magical sight to me
And Yves Tanguy in a gallery
The 30's looking back at me
As if he really knew
I marveled at the artistry
Predating or technology
The vision there for all to see
Bold and strong and true
And I wanted I wanted I wanted
To take that painting home
I wanted I wanted