Abwooli Rujumba Omurungi W’Abasambu, All my life, I have never burdened the President of this Republic with the insignificance of my support. Never at any one time! Never! May be because it is just insignificant. At least am on record as having refused to prostrate before that god of yellow frocks.Those that prostrate before him tell me that he is a giving one. Giving is one of his many attributes. He that gives away bulging envelopes that shimmer in browns and yellows.
However, reading his commentary of Anatha Rwap in today’s (2nd December 2010) New Vision p. 18- 19, I have for the first time esteemely regarded my President- H.E Gen. Yoweri T. Kaguta Museveni. He may err more than he does delight, but, at least judging from the article, someone’s (in)famous son admittedly has some little bit of salt left in him.The General writes:
‘…The recital (of our indigenous music) is done in a playful voice, not in a normal speech voice. The recital, as well as others like it, is ancient…It seems to have been aimed at teaching children, or even adults, the idea of doing things step by step starting small and eventually succeeding..’
‘We, who resolutely stuck to our Heritage have finally arrived at the confluence with our children, grand- children, brothers, sisters and parents. At this confluence, the indigenous blends with the new. I promise the young people that if I get time, I will produce a whole album of their Ancestor’s Classics- at least from parts of western Uganda and Karagwe in Tanzania….Let the Renaissance of African Culture develop…”
He goes on to commendably classify the diverse recipes that the African had to serve for a musical meal. Just the way many an American or Briton grades the music of his singing kin into Pop, Hip- Hop, Country, Jazz, R n’ B, Ragga and Reggae (the latter two being especially fond to the ears of those that are descended of slaves); perhaps depending on the sobriety of the artiste at the time of singing, the President correctly recalls that the astoundingly pleasant and richly educative songs of his ancestors all can fall into more categories than the fingers of one hand as elaborated below.
Ebizaano by’Abaana– those that are sung by the little ones in the bliss of play, Ebiziniiro– lullabies often crafted by the crafters solely to condemn little ones into the land of slumber, Ebyeshongoro– those that declaim of heroism and bravery in battle, about love and romance- the fine dimples of the most wily, about Hare and Leopard (Like Wango na Wakame), Ebiito/Ebikoikyo- riddles fired away by those that are gray haired in the direction of those that are not, Ebikubyo– appellations of the lofty and venerable like Kings, Ebyevugo– recitations usually flavored with rhythmic movement of legs, etc.
Gen. Museveni however faintly remembers ‘a certain song’ that a group of people sang to him and them as they visited the guerrilla war upon Fort Portal the lyrics of which, he writes, went like ‘this’: Oriiha kafunjo k’omunyanja, Niiwe arishweera Nyamahungye, Komungyeya”.
The song that makes the president go stammers is Ngayaaya and is a glowing tribute the wondrous beauty of an unnamed fortunate maid/consort/girl. I say fortunate because not even when you combine the artistry of Shakespeare with that of John Milton, George Bernard Shaw, Homer and all their contemporaries would you measure up with the richness of Ngayaaya’s message and the perfection in its sublime execution! One wonders whether she really was a mortal or goddess!!
In known fiction, it is perhaps Dante’s Beatrice (but Dante says she actually lived!) as portrayed in La Vita Nuova who could attempt to rank next in Beauty’s Pyramid to to this unnamed maid/consort/girl. The song Ngayaaya is delicately sung in a dangerously slow and royal voice. It is in the furrows of this dangerously slow vocal approach that the fragranced lily of Ngayaaya as a classic in African Melodics blossoms. The stunt of successfully singing it can only be pulled off by the most patient.
Ngayaaya Ngayaaya Muhuma wange,<<>>Ngayaaya Ngayaaya Muhumawangeee* (The whole of this is only a chorus and it is actually sung twice. Thus x2)<<>> Owaitu Kitara ky’aNyamenge Muhuma wange,>>Omunsi etagata omunkungu z’Abago Muhumawange*<<>> Chorus<<>>
Okangoonza nyakugonza muhumawange<<>> Otalinoba ntakunobere Muhumawangeeeee….(Isn’t the love we share one that is deeper than the sea’ bed?!<<>>Obwoolinoba ntakunobere Muhumawange,<<>> Ndyeegoromora Omunyanja Rweru Muhumawangeee*<<>> Chorus<<>>
Oyangasana nk’Orukwanzi Muhumawange<<>> Obunkuroraho Mpunabuhuna Muhumawange!* (You display the royal tinge of the many colored beads that when your body stops my eyes, with your goddamn beauty it is pelted!)<<Chorus>>
Olikafunjo k’Omunyanja Muhumawange<<>> Niko baihisa emikono yombi Muhumawange!* (You are the papyrus reed of the lake that they pull gently with both hands!) <<Chorus>>
Okandagisa Enseko y’Ensi muhumawange<<>> Obunkwijuka nseka nyenka Muhumawaangeee..*
<<Chorus till fade>>