Of The TMI Tag

Thank you to The Britchy One for nominating me in this challenge, almost a year ago, I cant believe a year has passed already, congrats on the blog anniversary, I could have sworn you were at this for much longer than a year…..

 I started on this challenge, then got side tracked and discovered it while clearing out my drafts, about a week ago, many thanks for the nomination these things have no expiry date right?

So here goes TMI tag…..

RULES:

• Acknowledge the person who nominated you.

• Answer the questions.

• Nominate other bloggers for the tag.

** this is simply for the fun of it, I wont be nominating anyone for the challenge, if the mood moves you consider yourself tagged and just run with it…… seems like a sensible right; to business then.

QUESTIONS and ANSWERS:

Q: Have you ever been love before?

If you mean the palms sweating, knees shaking, hands shaking, heart racing, world spinning, difficult to breathe, throat swelling, arms itching, when you see them type of love…..well it turned out that what I really felt was an allergic reaction. I was allergic to her perfume, it had bee pollen extracts.

To bee or not to bee
To bee or not to bee

Q: What is your favorite drink

The blood of my enemies, fair warning; I will dance on your grave and bathe in your blood…….. Ok! TMI?…. Confession that kinda freaked me out a tad too, lets turn it down a notch, how about the blood of grapes, fyi its only cause I get to use the word blood in it.

the blood of grapes

Q: What is your favorite song

Depends with the season, but currently one of my most replayed tracks is Wongororo by the late Oliver Mtukuzi. It was the theme song of my first legal night out, a day not easily forgotten as I tried to pace my drinking to the man with the talking guitar singing

“wakurumidza kumedza kutsenga uchada, mandikurumidze akabara mandinonokera……. usiku urefu”

translation “you rushed to swallow while you still needed to chew, more haste less speed… the night is still young” and it was quite the cautionary tale as I tried to drink somewhat responsibly

Q: What is your zodiac sign

I am a Pisces and you could say this February baby is in his element

 pisces

Q: What is your favorite show

Game of thrones, valar morgulis!!!!! The End Is Coming

 game of thrones end game

Q: What is your favorite band

Freshlyground A South African band Afro-fusion ensemble.

Q: Name something you really miss

I miss the kind of you music that made you want to fall in love, the kind of music you could listen to and actually hear the words and understand the message without needing to first Google up the lyrics, song references and meaning.

Q: Where do you go when you are sad

I am sad because I cant go anywhere, I’d be happy anywhere but here….a beautiful place “to leave

Q: Have you ever been in a physical fight

With myself….. yes, I punched myself in the eye trying to remove a sweater with a super tight collar

Q: what is your favorite colour

I don’t like any colour, so by elimination I like black, which is the absence of all colour

Q: Loud music or soft

Whats the point of listening to music if your neighbours cant hear your good taste too?

Image result for loud music clip art

Q: Who is the best actor

Our Police Spokesperson who can go on a press conference and  with a straight face, on live TV, tell some outlandish alternative facts

Q: Do you have any fears? What are they?

Yes. Snakes, something about them lacking toes, really gets under my skin and the very rational fear that one can be bitten, and inevitably die!!

Q: What is the meaning behind your blog name

Becoming The Muse…… well one day I decided, why not be my own muse and here I am and here we are

Q: When was the last time you said I love you

Today, to Microsoft’s Document Autorecovery Feature which autosaves your document in real time; in the event of an unexpected shutdown even without saving next time you launch the app all your unsaved work in progress pops back up. I said I love because I had lost this post when the PC encountered an error and went all blue screen of death on me

The blue screen of death

Q: What was the last book you read

Delver Magic Book 13 Concealed by Deceit by Jeff Ianniello

Image result for delver magic 13

Q: What book are you currently reading

I am not reading a book, I am busy formatting this post, so I can hit the publish button….

Q: was the last sport you played

Does running away from a tear-gas-throwing, baton-stick-wielding riot police squad in some sort of real life Temple Run count as a sport? If yes, then the answer would be about two weeks ago!!!!!

temple run in the real life

Q: What instruments do you play

The keyboard…. the computer keyboard that is

Q: What was the last song you sang?

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What’s going on?

4 Non Blondes Whats Going On

Q: What is your favorite food? 

Anything that is not poisonous

Q: Name a place you want to visit.

Lake Victoria, Uganda

Map of Lake Victoria

Q: What is your favorite sweet flavour?

sweet chilli sauce

Q: Whats your favorite piece of jewelry? 

This wrist band on my hand which doubles as a hair band thingie….

Thanks for sticking through and reading to the gory end, and perhaps you may now know me better.

~B

Of Solo Na Mutsai: The Story Behind The Song

It’s a throw back *boom* it’s a long time ago, what year is it, where are you and what’s the hit love song that makes you want to fall in love……..

This song is from back, way back:
Solo Na Mutsai by Jonah Moyo and the Devera Ngwena Jazz band.

Solo and mutsai

The most famous couple in the literary world hands down has to be Romeo and Juliet, even though the love story is tragic for the star-crossed lovers. Zimbabwe’s most famous couple is without a doubt Solo and Mutsai, made popular by the track by Jonah Moyo and propelled the Devera Ngwena Jazz Band to stardom in the 80s

Solo Na Mutsai Lyrics (and English Translation)

Solo Na Mutsai vana vanodana avo (Solo and Mutsai these kids love each other)
Nyangwe ukaita tujerasi hapana zvinombobatsira (Even if you get jealous it cant be helped)

Vana vanodana maGutu vaomesa (These kids love each other in Gutu they are speechless)
Rudo rwavo rwukuru (Their love is great)
Shamwira bvira kure (bad friends better stay away)

Solo Na Mutsai (Solo and Mutsai)
Vana vanodana avo (These Kids love each other)
Mangawana ndichaenda kwaGutu kunotsvaka wangu Mutsai (Tomorrow I am going to Gutu to find my own Mutsai)

Solo Na Mutsai (Solo and Mutsai)
rambai makadaro (Stay like that)
Solo Na Mutsai (Solo and Mutsai)
tinoda muchate (we want you to wed)
Solo na Mutsai (Solo and Mutsai)
Tichatire paruzevha (wedding in the rural areas)
Solo naMutsai (Solo and Mutsai)
Vaomesa maGutu (They have left Gutu speechless)

Jonah Moyo in a big reveal on local radio a few years back shared how his all time hit ‘Solo naMutsai’ was written and composed during his friend’s wedding in the 80’s….

Well I happen to be privy to a different version of how “the song” came to be. My mother was born and bred in Gutu, and Solo may he rest in peace was her uncle. Uncle Solomon.

Gutu

Back in the old days, the Devera Ngwena band was fairly popular and would go around having concerts in various cities and towns around the country. “The song” was initially perfomed at several venues in different areas, as a publicity gimmick, to get close to their fans. Beforehand the band would find the names of a dating couple attending the concert and then simply insert the names of the lucky couple into the song and the crowd would go wild…….. neat little trick.

They performed the song at a concert in Mpandawana Gutu where Uncle Solo was in attendance together with his date Mutsai, and some mischievous friend had earlier notified the band that the IT couple were Solo and Mutsai…..

Once the band started singing Solo Na Mutsai you can imagine how the crowd where cheering like crazy. Gutu back then was just a growth point (it now has town status) so band perfomances were quite a big deal and the infectious crowd response to the song probably made the band stick to just calling “the song” Solo and Mutsai at subsequent performances.

Solo and Mutsai broke up soon after that concert, way back, before the song went on to become a hit…….

Imagine that someone sings about you in a song, and now everyone and I mean EVERYONE knows you are dating but you break up but no one ever gets the memo and the song goes on to become a chart topping hit with the band actually going abroad on tour performing “your song”……. That must have totally sucked.

The love story of Solo and Mutsai is not quite the greatest Zimbabwean love story people have been believing and singing about, I am sorry to ruin the childhoods of all the people who sang along to this song wishing they could have that ever after type of love that songs are sung about.

I have always known and I itched to tell people “you no they broke up right?” Now, now you know too…..

Oh yes and Great Zimbabwe University’s creative department released a movie titled Solo Na Mutsai partially based on the song, I havent seen it yet……

~B

Day 25 Africa: Stories From Home

Of Music From TV (Soundtracks)

My all-time favourite music playlists have songs that come from TV as sound tracks or theme songs to movies and TV Shows.

movie credits

Yes, I am one of those who pauses the end movie credits  to find the OSTs: Official SoundTracks (and also to check if what I just watched is based on a book then I hunt down … that’s if I liked it of course, otherwise it’s to make sure I stay away from future works by said production company)

Sometimes I find tracks the hard way, by trying to remember a few key words from the lyrics then Google, other times I just Google the OST to a movie and find my song but its never as easy that, since you still wont know the particular song you are looking for. Then sometimes I remember Shazam; an app which listens and identifies songs for you. (too bad you cant hum a song to it but it works even for songs playing on the radio, you those radio DJs who dont tell you what songs they are playing)

Shazam listening

Now here’s a list of about fifty of my favourite songs and the movies or TV Shows I discovered (or rediscovered) them from.

  • Lion King: The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Circle of Life; Can you Feel The Love Tonight
  • Aladdin: A Whole New World
  • The Prince Of Egypt: When You Believe – Mariah Carey & Whitney Houston
  • Space Jam: For You I Will – Monica; hit’em High – Busta, Coolio, LL Cool J
  • Rocky: Eye of the Tiger
  • lethal Weapon 2: Knocking on heaven’s door
  • Set It Off: Dont Let Go – En Vogue, Missing You – Gladys knight, Set it Off – Queen Latifah
  • The BodyGuard: I’ll always love you – Whitney Houston
  • Batman Forever: Kiss from A Rose – Seal
  • Romeo Must Die: Try Again Aaliyah; Rose In A Concrete World – Joe
  • Armageddon: I dont Wanna Close My Eyes – Aerosmith
  • Sorcerer’s Apprentice: Secrets – One Republic
  • Spectre: Writings on the wall – Sam Smith
  • SkyFall: SkyFall – Adele
  • Quantum of Solace: Another Way to die – Alicia Keys
  • DeadPool: Careless Whisper – George Michael
  • Trolls: True Colours – Phil Collins
  • Home: Music of the Sun, Dancing in the Dark
  • Enemy: Best Day Atmosphere
  • Hunger Games: Yellow Flicker Beat
  • Moana: You are welcome, How Far I’llGo
  • Keanu: Father Figure, one more try, gotta have faith – GeorgeMichael,
  • Death Note: I dont want to lose you – Chicago
  • Bright: Darkside Ty Dolla $ign & Future
  • Den of Thieves: Our Demons – Pair Of arrows remix; Legendary Welshly Adams

 

  • Salem: Cupid carries a gun
  • Banshee: Madonna, God Country and Grave
  • Stranger Things: should I stay or should I go – The Clash, Soldiers Kyle dixon
  • Shannara Chronicles: Until we go down – Ruelle
  • Grey’s Anatomy: The Scientist – ColdPlay
  • Scandal ETV: Tell me you love me – Lilly Million, Shatterproof – Kirsten-Claire

 

They are in no particular order how’s that for a Friday #FlashBack playlist. Whats your tracks from TV Land

~B

 

Of The Voice Of Music

What is music? Beats, bars and notes fused together into a rhythm so much more than its sum total.

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”

-Bob Marley

The soul of music

I think man has had music in his life from when he could first talk, before that even; when he could not talk only hum and grunt or even way back from that moment when out of curiosity he clapped his hands for the first time…..

Music was our first voice, our first story…..

Here is a free tip: if you want to predict whether a song will be a hit…. Play it for kindergarten toddlers, if they start dancing, without anyone telling them to dance, you have yourself a chart topper……. simple

Music is the first voice you hear, I don’t mean the words to a song but the song and its story in all its entirety; how it all blends in and makes you feel… that voice….. And then we grow up, we start trying to pay more attention to the lyrics, to make sense of them, or the beat and trying to dance to impress, like someone is watching…

Are you surprised, you willalways look back on music from yester-year and say, that’s when they made good music….?

Music is dynamic, music changes but the voice is always the same you grow up and cant hear it anymore.

I remember this old song barely but my sisters loved it, when it played they danced their little hearts out it. I used to pick them up after school and we would walk home and this one day the song was playing loudly from the speakers outside a shop, we stopped and they danced. A small crowd of people gathered, they even threw money…..

Ndochi by Papa Jose…… shamwari tamba iwe (dance my friend)

No party was complete without this song.

Growing up, waiting impatiently for Thursday nights, because that’s when ZBC TV showed the music program, Mvenge Mvenge; Mutinhimira weMimanzi Ezomugidho (translates to The Sound of Music) My brothers recorded the good stuff on the VCR so we could watch again and again.

James Chimombe and John Chibadura were popular favourites. Years later I am all grown up and I realise some of the songs had a weird touch of melancholy they sang about death, heartbreak and loss and we danced to it on Christmas holidays.

As a country I don’t think we have had a particularly distinct music sound that is ours and ours alone,  the most popular genre Sungura started as a spin-off from the popular rhumba ndombolo music from the DRC.

In the late 90s the government instituted a media blanket which only allowed airplay of 100% local content, partly to help boost and encourage the local music and others less benevolent reasons. It left a void for those who loved western type music hip hop, the rhythm and blues, and the gap was filled by a genre of music called Urban Grooves.

Artists who rose to fame then were David Chifunyise and a collection of artists from his Shamiso records studio and the man who did the beats Delani Makhalima

David Chifunyise – Tauya Naye

And then there Pax Afro a group sponsored by the then Minister of information and publicity who was the writer and composer of the songs too, the jingles were catchy though

Let it play – Pax Afro

One of my all time favourite local songs Chidzoka by Rocquie

I will still dance to this.!!!

And today a new genre is talking over inspired by dancehall music from Jamaica. Zim Dancehall to the world, its fast paced, the new youth culture, the new voice of music….Popular Artists  include Soul Jah love, Tocky Vibes, Bounty Lisa, Winky D

I love music by Jah Prayzah, I don’t know what genre his music is but he has various local award and nominations.

Hello – Jah Prayzah

 

And it my list would not be complete if I did not mention Oliver Mtukudzi, he has been churning out hits from before I was born… and still going strong, now that is legendary!!!

Oliver Mtukudzi

We are born loving music and dancing,…..then innocence is lost

 

~B

PS How could I forget to mention this song, I really loved it and I was gravely crashed while looking it up to find out that’s it’s a cover….

Rusike Brothers – Cecelia

Day 7 Blog Everyday Challenge

photo Credit Oliver Mtukudzi

Of Coffee grown from a teapot shaped country

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you tell you that, it feels like I spoke too soon when I announced Spring is here yesterday because today is a cold day like we rewound time to the middle of winter. But everything works out perfectly, we wont need an excuse to light a fire and drink a liquid hug in a mug…..

My friend Josh, left a comment on my last post that had me thinking, my country is teapot shaped and that is not a bad thing, it could be anything really; Oneta mentioned her state looks like a pan handle… what is your country or state shaped like?

A teapot shaped country south of africa

A teapot shaped country

Today is day 2 of my blog everyday challenge; and if you were having coffee with me I would tell you to allow me to pour you tales grown from my teapot shaped country.

I am the second born child in a family of five siblings (and now we are 4). I grew up in an extremely large family because my dad rest his soul had a heart of gold and if any relation needed a place to stay he would agree quickly without a second thought.

The family.jpg

We didn’t have rules any rules in the house; if we did they we less than ten and they weren’t really rules they were more like I would rather you didnts

If there was one rule we had, it was that the word cousin never be used, we had no cousins, we had brothers and sisters. In our culture my uncles (my father’s brothers) are my fathers and my aunts (my mum’s sisters) are my mothers and so their children are my siblings. It’s a great way to keep the family united and when my dad passed away although I missed him I never felt the void of missing a father figure.

Every school holiday we went visiting, either the paternal or the maternal grandparents alternating each time..

grandmaGranma

That one was not a rule that was a commandment. It helped to keep us grounded, we knew where we came from.

Grandfather and grandchild

My Grandad and I

All the stories told, suddenly years later I realise they are so much more than stories and this is why I too am a storyteller, keeping wisdom alive in the embers of a story.

If you were having coffee with me; I would tell you I was born to tell stories

Baby Beaton

 

I could speak before I could walk, and I walked before I could stand. I am told people found that highly disturbing I wouldn’t know I don’t remember…. What I do remember is that once upon a time my dad and I snuck out the house to go to a barbecue with the guys, I was made to swear not to reveal where we had gone, what we had done and whom we had done it with and was bribed with an insane amount of soft drinks, kebabs, ice creams and sweets. As soon as I got out home the first words out of my mouth to my mum were:

I am not telling you that I am not supposed to tell you that I was given sweets to not tell you that…..

I am sure my dad was not amused at all.

I am a fairly decent cook and I am super modest about it, you might even find my picture right under the definition of Modesty. Growing up my mum didn’t differentiate chores for the boys and girls she would just suggest, I would rather you didn’t leave dirty dishes in the sink, I would rather you all helped each other cook….

African parents are known for their heavy handed justice but I never got beat up, ,maybe we were model children and growing up without a father we were forced to be mature kids we never needed disciplining or rules…..

Family

already reading newspapers, helping “kids” with homework

My older brother was off at boarding school and so suddenly  I become “the responsible child”

Prefect

The Prefect

I was a prefect in primary school, a dorm prefect in junior high, a table leader at the the dining and a senior prefect in high school…. I never became a government minister though…..😂😂

what was your childhood like?

#MyAfricaMyWords

~B

 

PS a rare picture of my mum and dad way before The Kids

A rare photo.jpg

A rare picture of me being a baby

me .jpg

 

 

 

Of The Doctor’s Garden

Genre: Mystery/ Fantasy

He rather liked his garden, it was calming, to sit in the leafy shade, watching the breeze sway tree branches, it was calming, in exactly the way a storm calmed just before. This, he imagined is how it must have felt for the pilots who flew high in the skies and had the vantage point to see the earth in all its glory and then drop nuclear bombs on it. The swaying branches dropped leaves as if in commiseration;

“Wounded by the wind the trees wept dead leaves”

Yes, a storm was coming and he was brewing it. He plugged in a pair of headphones, they fit snugly over his ears and music trickled into his head as if he had sub-woofers directly in his brain. Rock music no less, no wonder they called it the devil’s own, the beat seemed to invade your very chore and take over you. He closed his eyes and gave himself to the music, nodding to the infectious rhythm. Everybody wants to be a rock star, or at least live like one.

He must have dozed off, because when he opened his eyes the sun was much lower in the sky and the temperature had noticeably dropped. Were he a lesser mortal he would have shivered but he was cut from a different cloth, and there had been no left over fabric. It could be said they had broken the loom, and executed the seamstress after he had been sewn. He chuckled silently to himself as he visualized himself as an all-encompassing fabric cloaking the entire world in darkness. He had never been one to be moderate, he operated in the realm of the extreme, because otherwise what was the point.

He got up from his reverie and carelessly brushed away the leaves from his coat, with hands that left smudges of dirt; gardening was dirty business one really had to get down to earth and dig deep; from the dirt you were born to the dirt you will return, to bloom again. He looked at the freshly covered patches he had dug earlier, he had dug twelve, but two were still yet to be filled; he would leave it a task for another day. At this rate he would need a bigger backyard soon, he had already helped himself to his neighbour’s  dog and garden plot, after all his neighbour no longer needed it. What’s his name, the neighbour, could not even remember his name, had been like that pesky ubiquitous mosquito, buzzing in your ear;

“Oh you want to sleep let me sing you a lullaby, oh, you want to just relax let me sing you a soothing symphony, are you just gazing at the moon, let me serenade you with the beautiful fruit of my vocals; Oh you are gardening let me____”

And that was how he had become the first to be planted, the first to sprout and soon he would be the first to bloom. That was the thing with mortals they were resilient, they bloomed where they were planted, even in the harshest environment you would find a plant blooming; defying all reason and logic; it was beautiful. Its pity a flower’s beauty is lost on it, it has no eyes, it cannot see itself and no one is kind enough to hold a mirror next to their favourite flowers, nothing blooms faster than a flower admired.

Mortals have such a toxic admiration they see a beautiful flower and they pluck it so they could admire it in a favourite vase and yet just succeed in watching it wither and die. Couldn’t they have just admired it from the garden, or a pot plant? Some things he could never understand, just like their need to possess things in order to be happy.

The possession he understood was of a different sort though, he had possessed a few souls careless enough to dabble in realms they did not understand. Would you reduce your lifespan for possessions and status? The answer should be a clear no, because life is precious, but believe it or not, quite the number are willing to trade their life for fortune and fame, to be rock stars.

He had recruited a number of people to help him distribute flyers for his business, he called himself; The Doctor.

The Doctor.jpg

The front part of his house had been converted into a waiting area like a doctor’s waiting room and there would be a receptionist soon, business was booming; he could not keep up with the increased volume of calls and consultations. His latest recruit X had been quite the catch, he was influential and came from a royal lineage, a shame they had paid more heed to wealth than to their heritage and now X was indebted to him; when he would have been one to save the world; he would help brew the storm that was coming. After the storm, all this world would be a beautiful garden once again like it had been, in the beginning.

Without realizing it he had walked round to the front of the house and was now gazing at the street, watching a young couple arms linked; walking past his gate, he marveled at the purity of young love, and was about to turn back and walk into his house; until that is, he noticed that the young man’s lady friend; in her left hand, she held a single red rose delicately by the stem…

He waved at them and cheerfully accosted the young lad;

Hi there young man, what a rare beauty you have there; if you would like I can show you a flower that’s more worthy of her radiance, a purple rose, it’s in my garden…

The young lad hesitated, although his lady had taken a step towards the gate.

Oh do come in and I will even give you a vase for your rose you don’t want it wilting before you get home now do you?..”

He opened the gate for them and they hesitantly followed him down the path to the garden, again like sheep; to where two new garden patches lay; dug open____

That would make today 12, the magic number, a wizard’s dozen, not a bad day’s gardening……

He whistled to himself a nursery rhyme he once heard from an old friend;

Reaper Reaper Quite the creeper How does your garden grow?

With neighbors, strangers stopping by And pea pods all in a row

The End

~B

My BlogBattle Entry for this week.

Continues the story The Doctor if you want to play catch up you can read;

Of Needful Garden

Of Needful Things

The rhyme at the end of the story is from  Sarah in comment to a twitter thread which the character in this story is based.