AWILO LONGOMBA IN MY VILLAGE
(Based on true Life stories and events)
By Akut Francis
I lived in the village for a considerable part of my life which presented me with an opportunity to be regaled by good tales of our villages.
Study: Late night village Parties
When the night is quiet, one could only hear the occasional sounds made by insects such as ‘didir’ or (cricket) chirping in the dark drilling into the timber or wooden plank on the roof with its bare ass. This ‘didir’ must be having diamond studded butts that are yet to be discovered by humans. They drill and burrow themselves in the wood making numerous holes affecting the structural integrity of the roof in the end.
The quiet nights were the ideal ones for the untold suffering of young men, us. For the love of music and dance; specifically, the Panasonic (use to pronounce as Baasonic) could be suspended high up to make those listening to the interruption believe that they were wasting their lives sleeping while other human beings were END’joying and dancing away their joints. They will later join, I assure you.
They will come look for a thing or two – convince some lady to share with them small talk next to a granary as they hoped for bigger harvests than the ones contained in the granaries they leaned on. The number of persons who leaned on granaries and ended up harvesting human beings is uncountable. Some childhood buddies like Uriang or Olok aka Ayuel Guet would try to squat outside some huts and throw sand inside the rooms where their village girlfriends slept so they could wake up and join them. Many have permanent dog bite marks on some parts they cannot show while a few had their cheeks rearranged through non-surgical procedure, in the form of an international slap when they were caught by the Father of the girl they were eyeing. Many of the victims exhibited inexplicable protruding jawlines that were not in their lineage.
As folks begin to walk very faithfully towards the ‘anticipated nonsense’ (how parents always rubbish it). More like the wise men in the Biblical tale followed a star. Only that in party-going, the end result was not getting baby Jesus in a manger. It was having your ‘sling of nuts’ packaged together and trek later for another 4km back home and in pitch darkness, the team will have no guide to their desired dance location – they would begin to argue on who misled the team to move towards the river Nile which instead stretch oppositely to their direction.
You could hear different songs piercing the often silent nights. In a while people would sing, gyrate as they dance and throw dust in the air with their feet. It did not matter and does not matter if that is actually the way the song was originally sang by the musician. What mattered is that people danced! One could be startled by beats, the songs that were sung in Lingala and French were bigly popular and everyone sang along “Demakofi adibi na malembe, tema nayo! Jemapel, coupe coupe bibamba!” This was another hit song Awilo used to make us dance wilder than him while collectively yelling ‘waaaaaaaapa!’ at that point of the song he screams that out. You have not lived if you have not listened to ‘coupe coupe bibamba’ by Awilo Longomba. You died a long time ago and not aware yet. My first and last encounter with French was this song, BTW what is ‘Jemapel, coupe coupe bibamba?’ Jemapel Akut! Lol.
All would be well and people would make merry in the night until suddenly the music stopped and the crowd would angrily ask in unison, “Who has stepped on the wire to the speaker?”; forgetting that we only had half a litre of fuel we stole from our lamps fortnights before the show.
Akut Francis is a South Sudanese blogger at AFTABOSS, an ‘Artivist’ with @Anataban and the founder of EDGE (Enhancing Disabled Girls Education). He lives in Bor, South Sudan.
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