Showing posts with label Lumumba. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lumumba. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 06, 2020

MUSIC: Lumumba Heros National by Joseph Kabasele (c. 1960)



Play Lumumba Heros National {Audio + Still Pictures}
[DRC]

Joseph Kabasele Tshamala (1930-1983), Le Grand Kalle himself, was in many ways the founding father of modern Congolese music[1]; a brand of music which we, a good number of us, have come to know as #LingalaPop. Many keen observers will acknowledge that LingalaPop in many ways became the roots and trunk of Afropop, and now dominates all of Central, Eastern and Southern Africa – and even parts of West Africa. Its counterpart in North Africa is the even more recent phenomenon – ArabPop and/or MaghrebPop. Afrobeat is dominant in Nigeria, and has a huge influence among its neighbors – particularly Ghana, Togo and Cameroon. 

In Lumumba Heros National, Joseph Kabasele and his pioneering band, African Jazz, sing the praises of Patrice Emery Lumumba (1925-61) – a leading pro-independence politician and Republic of the Congo’s first Prime Minister[2].

The song is a finely fitting and absolutely spell-binding melody. Though the clip makes use of still pictures rather than ‘moving’, the visibility of the song’s hero and the events around him that it offers is co-equal with the sounds that the ear is ‘fed’ with. It is both memorable and historic in tenor, like the lyrics and the band’s instrumental rendition of moments in a young nation’s early life that are at once triumphant and tragic. It’s a forever song.

One noteworthy and perhaps most surprising feature of this song is that the lyrics were written and sung (in the early Sixties!) almost entirely in Swahili and not, as one would have expected, Lingala![3] Likewise noteworthy, too, is that Swahili was one of the four languages which Lumumba, a sapeur of sorts, spoke. How he learnt it, and what motivated him, one would love to know. Let me know when you do.

I vividly remember the song’s mournful and funerary sounds from long ago – not when it was released, but as the Sixties got going. The sounds came mostly over wired radio – and sometimes levitated over vinyl – in our pioneering ‘gated community’ of railway workers and, as I can say now, their young families – there in Nairobi’s Eastlands, some 2,415 kilometers (roughly 1,500 miles) far, far to the east of Kinshasa, DRC’s capital, as the pigeon – or the Osprey[4] – flies.

But I remember just as clearly conversations that I, playing with mates,  could hear going on among despondent grounds-workers in our ‘estate’ – nay, ‘lawn-mowers’ of sorts and such – when the news of Lumumba’s assassination arrived and churned in our midst at radio and ‘bush-telegraph’ speeds. It must have been January 1961. 

A song which had surely begun its unique life-course as an inspirational, celebratory, chante for an independence hero in circa June 1960, so soon and so tragically became, in effect and in the space of only seven months or so, a dirge! Those who encountered its distinct and entrancing tunes in the years after January 1961, and knew of the fate that had befallen their hero Lumumba, must have been, I imagine, hard put to believe that it had ever been anything but a mourning song. Not knowing exactly when the song was released, I, for one, had for the longest time, indeed until year 2020 came calling, assumed that it had been prompted, ‘inspired’, by Lumumba’s assassination. The lyrics, mostly in a quaint version of Swahili, included a few distinct words (such as ‘sikukuu’) and phrases with patently ‘broken’ meaning-strings and allusions which one could be forgiven for not taking too literally.

In 1967, Franco and L’O.K. Jazz also released a music audio by the same title. It was much more conducive to dancing than its introspective and soul-searching predecessor, and in it Mobutu’s name featured prominently. But that’s not the only reason I much prefer Kabasele’s. Comparisons will probably rage forever. Here it is: Lumumba Heros National. The lyrics, both in Lingala and in English translation, appear on the same YouTube page as the audio of the song.

LISTEN:  Tabu Ley Mourns Kabasele {Audio}

The lyrics of Franco’s version, which appear lower down the page to which the link just given takes you, don’t have the funerary bent of the earlier song. But it adds references to Mobutu which, given his reported complicity in the execution of Lumumba, will surely rub Lumumba’s admirers the wrong way. As Vientianegirl remarked in one of the public comments on the song’s YouTube page, “Franco is praising Mobutu as [an] heir [to] Lumumba’s legacy, while in reality Mobutu actively took part in Lumumba's assassination.”[5]



[2] He was in office only from June 30th, 1960 to September 1960, when he was deposed by a cold-war coalition of local political and military actors (spearheaded by Joseph Kasavubu and Joseph Mobutu) on the one hand and foreign state and multinational actors (Belgium, the US and the UN) on the other. He was then into custody in October and – after three months or so of byzantine machinations, prison-break, cat-and-mouse pursuits and final capture – executed by his captors on January 17th, 1961. martyred national hero.
[3] Lumumba Heros National is not the only song he sung in Swahili. Another song, released in 1961-1962, is now titled simply and confoundingly as B.B 69. It is a truly funky piece, and was extremely popular on radio in Nairobi, back in the day. It remains super-hot, even now! But most of B.B 69’s visibility, I hazard to say, was in the clubs and at parties – and secondarily in the modest but aspirational homes of the lumpen proletariat, the nascent elite, and parents of future ones.

Sunday, November 01, 2015

MUSIC: Remmy Ongala's "Kifo (Hakina Huruma)"

Remmy Ongala (Feb 10, 1947- Dec 12, 2010) is remembered by many older folks today for some truly moving songs that he sang, mainly in the Sixties and Seventies -- when "we", ourselves, "were kings" of sorts, and full of the future. Today's young folks have no living memory -- of him. Many of those -- of our age, and rather younger, and older too -- who loved his music when he produced or toured with it didn't quite know where to place his origins. We didn't know where his home-country really was, and were somewhat exercised by this. For you could not really and truly know a man (and, of course, a woman) until you knew where he (she) came from, truly; that is, where his (her) true and unchanging home was, in the broad scheme of human things.

Many in both Kenya and Tanzania thought that Remmy Ongala was Tanzanian, partly on account of his fluency in Kiswahili. But the name Ongala put a question mark on that. Remmy complicated matters. Some did suspect that he'd materialized from farther west, but not as far west as West Africa (far from it), where no one could possibly, presumably speak any Kiswahili that we knew, and probably spoke pidgin as a matter of course, as we imagined. Farther to the continent's centre, then -- which meant "Rwanda-Urundi," or else the proverbial and mystifying Congo of our youth, and of hero Patrice Lumumba. But his kind of Kiswahili couldn't possibly have been nurtured there in the Congo. We knew the Swahili of the songs of famous Congolese (who became Zaireans in the charged era of authenticity), and it wasn't this kind. And yet, I'm gathering just now that he was indeed Congolese. Hope that's true and not something yet to be confirmed. I should have checked its truth years ago during my undergraduate days in Dar, but didn't. No matter. Meanwhile, the mystery continues. Which is not a bad thing at all, I think.

I think I remember, too, that he had the habit of calling himself the ugliest man on earth, or something weird like that. People laughed or smiled uncomfortably when they heard that -- but dearly loved his songs, and him, any way. I did, too. We didn't hear them too often, either -- there were not enough radios to go around -- but that, that recurrent absence, only added to the charm of his voice, and of his string-play, and to the great wonder with which he, the man, was regarded in all of Eastern Africa, as I reckon.

Here let's listen to this audio of this wonderfully somber and even sad, and even 'grief-stricken', song of his: Kifo (Hakina Huruma) -- Death (Hath No Mercy).


Click here for an audio of Kifo

UPDATE: This recording of Kifo was uploaded to YouTube on June 2008. It has 136,419 'downloads' to-date [9:48 a.m. (GMT+3), November 02, 2015]

Monday, August 11, 2008

Celebrity, Graffiti and Leadership

On Saturday, August 09, 2008, John Rubery published a piece titled "Celebrity Obama chasing after celebrities", in which he said, inter alia:

"Two recent John McCain ads have mocked Barack Obama's celebrity status. The Obama camp acted like a bunch of cry babies, calling the first commercial a "dishonest attack." Of course if Obama had a legislative record to run on after three years in the US Senate--How many of his bills have been enacted into law?--they wouldn't need to have responded in such a fashion. The ads were effective--Obama is increasingly looking like a lightweight..."

And he added: "The Telegraph of London reveals tonight that the Democrats will place quite a few Hollywood celebrities in prominent roles at their convention later this month.
The decision to let some of them take to the center stage is a calculated gamble by Mr. Obama to stick to his guns in courting the celebrity vote. It comes after his Republican rival John McCain landed a telling blow last week, mocking him as the "Paris Hilton" of the White House race in a so-called "attack ad". Mr Obama's strategists have concluded that the publicity gains from rubbing shoulders with actors like George Clooney, Ben Affleck and Matt Damon will outweigh the risks of appearing lightweight. The list of those approved for credentials to attend the event includes the actress Gwyneth Paltrow, who recently filmed a campaign advertisement for Mr. Obama, who is expected to bring her friend Madonna. Hollywood royalty, including Quentin Tarantino, Spike Lee, Warren Beatty, Susan Sarandon, Forrest Whitaker and Scarlett Johansson, will also be in Denver, as well as singers Kanye West and Wyclef Jean. Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones may also put in an appearance."

There are, of course, celebrities, and then there are celebrated leaders -- leaders whom the public put on a symbolic pedestal for the vision, and preferably the record, which they personify. To know the difference between the two is to know what politics and leadership are all about. Celebrity may be fleeting, but may also last a long time -- feeding on our less than critical adulation. On the other hand, while autocratic leadership may be perpetuated ad nauseam by force of arms, charismatic or "rational-legal" leadership must always, in the end, come to terms with the test of delivery. Certain leaders have achieved celebrity status, without being "mere celebrities". These include, in our time: Mahatma Gandhi, John Kennedy, Patrice Lumumba, Charles De Gaul, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Ronald Reagan, Che Guevara, Nasser, Pierre Trudeau and Tony Blair (for a while). By popular will, Obama has joined this select group, while McCain never will.

I posted a response to Rubery's piece as follows (I have amended the post somewhat):

The celebrity crowd is, as you suggest, mostly lightweight; people who are, as has been said of Paris Hilton (and as can be said of most), "famous for being famous." These are people whose fame make them think they have a mandate to "throw their weight" at every public policy matter, and at other things which don't quite matter.

But there's the paradox: being famous pads upon their shoulders a weight they can throw around, and which we others cannot fail to see, or feel. So, we cannot simply assume their light weight -- if we are not to be, ourselves, small-minded in our snootiness (or snooty in our small-mindedness). Or if we are not in Hilton's eyes to appear, like McCain, "wrinkly" tasteless and out of what should be our own depths.

So we must interrogate what is to be deemed truly light of weight, and what is to be heavy-duty. And let's not forget that it is McCain who provoked Paris Hilton to react to his clumsy association of what she and Spears ordinarily do (plus how they do carry themselves in public) with the serious campaign which Obama is waging (and with the ground-breaking candidacy which he represents). And her sarcastic video response told the world that it was McCain who appeared "hare-brained" (or lightweight), when there is no reason otherwise to believe he is, in comparison to Obama and to her (and the likes of her) and in terms of leadership in general and the energy debate in particular.

Let me add: It seems to me that Obama's joining that select group of celebrated leaders has deeply disturbed Sen McCain; and his recent Grand Tour must have brought McCain's discomfort to a head. So what does Team McCain do? There is no speculation here, it is there for all to see: They rush to spray graffiti and throw other dirt on the most telling images of Obama's Tour. In doing so, they hope, they will have sufficiently polluted them to prevent Obama from even thinking of using them in his Fall campaign -- as widely anticipated.

What McCain's team forgot as they plotted this devious scheme was that Spears and Hilton -- this new kind of political graffiti -- were a kind that can fight back! In fighting back, Paris Hilton has achieved what seemed impossible: she has wiped off all the graffiti and all the dirt.