THE first time I listened to Mbaqanga music, I never took it seriously and thought it may be a genre on its own to be identified because the best that would soothe and entertain someone’s soul.
The bumpy panoptic rhythm sound that the majority of listeners could respond serious by nodding their heads and mimicking the words, was only what I assumed could have caused many to lose their heads thereto, not knowing that there’s much into it.
The way of life, which most of the people around my village are crying foul to possess been lost to the western lifestyle are some things I took lightly as I grew up.
With age catching up with me, I started listening to most of the music played around by the youngsters’ that has melodious rhythm, but with a vulgar message.
At first, I assumed since I’m schooled, I should hear western music, but inward my heart rang a bell in my memory of Mbaqanga, which when my father played it in his car it gradually gave me a lilting sensation.
I listened to Jazz music which had permeated to my heart and particularly the rhythm of the saxophone which again the Mbaqanga musicians tempered around within most of their songs.
With time as I used to be ageing, the difficulty of culture started building heavily inside me and that I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
This was worsened by the absence of my father who passed on for quite a decade and what I could recall quite anything where the music that he was attuned to.
This takes me down the memory line where I could visualize seeing him with a simpering smile taking note of the Mbaqanga music.
The more I listened to the present sort of music the more I developed acknowledgement of who I’m and the way I could brand myself within the twenty-first century.
The message that I could get to the music of this kind reminds me of my past, my father’s way of living, and reminding me of my Nguni language also as the way of life.
I never thought this music will be danced around like all that I even have listened to before, until the time I had to shop for videos for Soul Brothers from across Limpopo.
I enjoyed their smart, stylish and beautiful dance in response to Mbaqanga music. They picked it slowly but with talent and will show-off out of their bodies.
The fact that the message of most of their words are rich and crammed with proverbs and idioms, also as innuendoes that ring a bell in me of the novels I read before, are some things I couldn’t take lightly.
Now, all seem to possess been lost to the Mbaqanga music as I could hardly spend each day without spoiling my ears with its rhythm.
The more I play it, the more genuine and will identify who I’m, aside from allowing me to point out off my Prowse with the gyrating of my waist which seems to possess surrendered a number of its vibrant to the decision of nature.
With charm and confidence, I can openly share with anyone prepared to concentrate on my wisdom that music is that the food for the soul that helps one to reinforce the culture and mother tongue.
It soothes one’s soul and allows him to urge his or her blood circulating while reminiscing the past that shapes the longer term.
I wonder whether I might be sure who I’m without the assistance of the music that also fills my head wisely and knowledge that a lot of lacks, albeit being schooled in their areas of experience.
I wish if I can get the gathering of the old Mbaqanga music so that I feed my soul with its lyrics at an equivalent time appreciating the talent that not exists because the most talented artist left with their artistic talents.