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THE first time I listened to Mbaqanga music I never took it seriously and thought this genre could be identified as the best that can soothe and entertain someone’s soul.
The bumpy panoptic rhythmic sound that most listeners could seriously respond to by nodding and mimicking the words, was only what I thought might have made a lot of people lose their minds, not knowing there was a lot in it. .
The way of life, which most of the people around my village have screamed at at having been lost in the Western way of life, is something that I took lightly while growing up.
With age catching up with me, I started to pay attention to most of the music played by young people which has a melodious beat, but with the vulgar message.
At first I thought since I was in school I should listen to western music, but deep down my heart reminded me of Mbaqanga, who when my father played it in his car, it made me feel gradually gave a melancholy spasm.
I listened to Jazz music which had permeated my heart and especially the rhythm of the saxophone that the musicians of Mbaqanga tempered once again in most of their songs.
Over time, as I got older, the question of culture started to develop strongly in me and I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
It was made worse by the absence of my father who passed away for over a decade and what I remembered more than anything else from the music he was in tune with.
It brings me back to memory where I could imagine seeing him with a mocking smile while listening to the music of Mbaqanga.
The more I listened to this type of music, the more I developed the recognition of who I am and how I could mark myself in the 21st century.
The message I could convey to music like this brings me closer to my past, to my father’s way of life, and also reminds me of my Nguni language as well as my way of life.
I never thought this music could be danced like any I had heard before, until I had to buy Soul Brothers videos from all over Limpopo.
I enjoyed their smart and elegant dance in response to Mbaqanga music. They chose him slowly but with talent and could show themselves outside of their body.
The fact that the message of most of their lyrics is rich and filled with proverbs and idioms, as well as innuendo that reminds me of novels I’ve read before, is something I couldn’t take away. the slight.
Now all seems to have been lost in Mbaqanga music as I could barely go a day without spoiling my ears with its beat.
The more I play it, the more authentic I am and I could identify who I am, besides allowing myself to show my fieryness with the whirlwind of my waist that seems to have given up some of its vibrant sound to the call of nature.
With charm and confidence, I can openly share with anyone who is willing to listen to my wisdom that music is food for the soul that helps improve culture and mother tongue.
He soothes his soul and allows him to circulate his blood while remembering the past that shapes the future.
I wonder if I could be sure of who I am without the help of music which also fills my head with wisdom and knowledge that many lack even though they are educated in their areas of expertise.
I wish if I can get the collection of old Mbaqanga music so that I feed my soul with his lyrics at the same time enjoying the talent that no longer exists as the most talented artist left with their artistic talents
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Source by Caven Masuku
