sunday sounds: ‘I say Napoleon was a White Shaka’

Tomorrow, March 4th, would have been Miriam Makeba’s 81st birthday. Miriam ‘Mama Afrika’ Makeba was a beloved actress, vocal powerhouse, political activist, and one of the most powerful African ‘divas’ of all time. She was the first African woman to win a Grammy with Harry Belafonte, and she performed for Ethiopian Emperor and the Rastas’ messiah Haile Selassie, the Pope, and even Fidel Castro.

Her enduring legacy and beloved status in South Africa- and across the continent- isn’t just due to her immensely powerful voice, but also due to her role in the anti-apartheid struggle and her pride in being African- it’s in the stories she told, the languages she sang in, the way in which she wore her hair.

The international news is full of Africa these days (perhaps more so than usual): the Kenyan elections, the Steenkamp murder, Mali… and the tropes, the stories, the Western; still- colonial; gaze is strong and prevalent through most of them. The voices of Kenyan, Malian, South African friends on my Twitter and Facebook feeds, over e-mail, over hot cups of tea are different, the gaze more informed (obviously), turned inward, touching on the stories and beliefs and ideas and truths that are who they are, how they see their countries and nations; free from the outside gaze.

In the song, ‘U Shaka’, she narrates:

“The most noble of all those groups are the Zulu. And the most popular of all the Zulu kings was a man named Shaka. He was not only a great king but also a  great warrior as well as being a great mind; for he tried to unify our country and to keep the invaders of our country away. The British often referred to him as the Black Napoleon, but I say Napoleon was a White Shaka”.

She narrates a different idea of leaders from her country, shifts the gaze from a Western-centric one to one that pays tribute to the heritage of her own lands; of the wisdom of her own culture; and she posits a different version of history (especially in the 60s/70s) that sees the colonisation of Africa as an invasion- not liberation. It is also remarkable that she challenges the default White-centric perspective and flips it, positioning Black wisdom and ‘a great mind’ as an inspiration rather than Napoelon; especially given the context of apartheid and her own exile from South Africa.

I suppose that it’s fitting that my timelines are filled with Miriam Makeba as Kenya goes to the polls and as South Africa ponders gender-based violence in it’s society. Her voice that sang Christopher Songxaka’s struggle ode, that sang the Soweto Blues, that sang about Brother Malcolm: about hope, about struggle, about belief, about triumph: it is fitting that these are the sounds that once again, accompany the hope and the belief in times of change.

sunday sounds: take me to the dance

I was at the absolutely stunning Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens last night; watching Freshlyground perform. Freshlyground are a rather popular South African/Pan-African band- they collaborated with Shakira for the (still) dance-staple ‘Waka Waka’ of the FIFA 2010 World Cup fame. It’s easy to see why they’re so popular: their music in incredibly eclectic, their lead singer has a stunning voice, their lyrics are so easy to relate to, and importantly, they make you want to sway; to wave your hands about; to shake a leg.

Freshltground at Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens.

Freshlyground at Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens.

The band plays a wide range of instruments including a violin, a harmonica, and we were absolutely flabbergasted to hear a beautifully played flute yesterday. It’s interesting, easy-to-digest music that always manages to surprise you with the introduction of an unexpected instrument or sound.

They’re wonderful to listen to live, especially when you’re surrounded by thousands of people who know the words and the music intimately; in a way that only your ‘home’ nation knows you. It was incredible to see just how wide-ranging their appeal is- I was surrounded by children clambering up trees to catch a better view, octogenarians squabbling over the perfect picnic spot with a view of the stage (with easy-to-carry fold-out chairs), and too-cool-for-you college students getting up to dance as soon as this began to play:

There’s also something magical about Zolani Mahola’s voice. She urges you to get up, to sway your hands, to dance.. and people do. I’ve never seen quite so many people so happy to dance, so unselfconsciously move in so public a space, little girls blowing soap bubbles in time to the beat, older gentlemen waving their arms about, and a choir of fabulously gay men singing, ‘Doo Be Doo..’

I’ve always liked to dance- in my room; all by myself. After a few shots of tequila, I might even be persuaded to bust out a few moves on the dance floor. I think dancing is about being completely un-self conscious, being able to move to the beat- whatever that sounds like to you. I am always far too self-conscious to dance without needing some liquid courage, without closing my eyes, without willing myself to let go; to stop worrying.

It’s amazing, then, to see so many people dancing so unabashedly in public- people bopping to the music as they cross the road, whirling their children around in a supermarket aisle, shaking their hips at early-morning conferences in huge halls, dancing as an ‘energiser’, dancing to show you’re happy to be here. It’s humbling- it reminds me that there is no need for self-doubt and to be self-conscious. It’s a lesson in learning to be comfortable in my own body, in my own space, and showing it- there’s no need for questioning myself, no need for misplaced embarrassment. It’s OK to show joy in being here, in standing where I am, in celebrating all the things I love in this exact moment.

It’s a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.