How did Jah Prayzer win this one?

How did Jah Prayzer win this one?

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The MAMA’s have come and gone, another year’s edition is past; the country will rest a while before the hullabaloo erupts once again next year. Congratulations are in order for all those who went up the stage to accept an award and these artists once again have proven that, as a continent, we are not far away from international appeal but in fact in a zone of our own and we need to move parallel to rather than chase after international acclaim. We have a vibe of our own and we need to nurture it to grow it to its highest level.

I can’t help but admire the passion that is going through African music and the amount of effort our artists are putting into arranging wonderful lyrics, choreography, video creations and rehearsals, it is admirable and much appreciated. Just the kind of stuff that cheers you up about our continent, our love for the party while we pretend to forget, just for a while, about the socio-economic problems that bedevil us.

Understandably, we all cannot be politicking, in a melting pot of corruption, wars, terrorists, hunger and poverty it is refreshing to forget how stupid a president we have or how the state has been captured by a group of individuals with so much money more than some smaller countries or how many girls have been returned by the Boko Haram in Nigeria so far and how we need all of them back.

So for one night we turn our eyes away and dance and celebrate African music, no matter how it may seem like Nigerians sing more and win the awards more. I used to think, South Africans sing better than any other nation in Africa but I guess the MAMA’s have shown us otherwise.

Awards in Africa are not as they are in Europe, artists here start a career with monetary returns in mind not a full trophy cabinet. It is a culture that was made popular with western music promoters venturing into the lucrative and virgin land of African music. And so we are getting the hang of it, we dress up and have our pictures taken one night and we hope our favourite artists win more awards than any other. It’s a moment a lot of musicians boast about, probably in their next song, but what does it really translate to? How are these awards generated and does an award indicate a bright future or a good past season in song?

“The nominations in the music categories are selected by the MAMA “academy”, a group of music industry opinion formers and tastemakers from across the African continent who create a shortlist based on the artists and musicians who have received airplay on the channel between (21 March 2015 and 23 August 2016).” According to the ticketprodome.co.za who hosted this year’s event.

“The winners in 15 MAMA categories are chosen by music fans and viewers voting online at www.mtvbase.com and affiliated Twitter, Facebook and Instagram accounts.” The website says.

Understanding the way the awards works is really getting to grasp the mountain that these artists have to climb in order to actually win the award.

I wanted to imagine what it would take for an artist in Zimbabwe, up against 21 African artists could have possibly won the listeners choice award considering the land locked country only has 14 million people compared to Nigeria which has 12 times more at 173.6 million.

Just to refresh your mind, here is the population within the countries, Jah Prayzer was up against.

  • Adiouza (Senegal)                             14.3 mil
  • Bebe Cool (Uganda)                         37.5 mil
  • Burna Boy (Nigeria)                         173.6 mil
  • Kiss Daniel (Nigeria)
  • Den G (Liberia)                                4.2 mil
  • EL (Ghana)                                      25.9 mil
  • Jah Prayzah (Zimbabwe)                   14.15 mil
  • Jay Rox (Zambia)                             14.54 mil
  • Kansoul (Kenya)                               44.35 mil
  • Lij Michael (Ethiopia)                       94.1 mil
  • LXG (Sierra Leone)                          6 mil
  • Meddy (Rwanda)                              11.8 mil
  • Messias Marioca (Mozambique)                 25.8 mil
  • Prince Kaybee (South Africa)             52.9 mil
  • Reda Taliani (Algeria)                      39.2 mil
  • Saad Lamjarred (Morocco)                33 mil
  • Sabri Mosbah (Tunisia)                    10.8 mil
  • Sidiki Diabate (Mali)                        15.3 mil
  • Tamer Hosny (Egypt)                        82 mil
  • The Dogg (Namibia)                        2.3 mil
  • Yamoto Band (Tanzania)                49.2 mil

 

Now I am not really an awards person and neither am I a huge fan of the genre that Jah Prayzer sings in (whatever you decide to call I don’t really care) but I loved the fact that he won. What he lacks in being a complete musician, he makes up through his wardrobe, choreography and video productions. Hugely disappointed that he couldn’t make it to come and say a few words or two after his name was called but that’s understandable, we all have had stage fright before (I almost fainted half way during a song performance) but certainly not Jah who has graced many stages in his life, this is the kind of moment he needed to show all us haters, fans and sexual assault accusers that he is on top of his game.

Enough said, before we digress, I had to find out how he won the award!

Firstly, did the other countries vote or they didn’t like the nominations put before them for their own representatives? It is still baffling to note that amongst the nominations, Zimbabwe only has five countries with a lower population than theirs and 16 other have more. Consequently more viewers and voters I believe and this is, Ceteris paribus, a higher population delivers more votes and voters.This would be true if each country was voting for their own nominations, which I think is what happens in this case.

Secondly, if we are to look at the figures above, are we then to say, with the way Nigerians love their music and are almost recognisable because of their braggadocio, that there were not going to vote for their two nominations and concede defeat to a newcomer, an artist they don’t even have exposure to? Did they vote at all or their cast was lost somewhere between the casting and the counting, after all we are in Africa and rigging elections is what we know best.

To many reading this, you might be regarding this as using this platform to spread my hatred for Prayzer but NO! I am merely trying to understand what is the basis of getting a Listeners award and how he did it with very few followers and fans as compared to Burna Boy and Prince Kaybee, Was the cast set aside and awarded on the basis of adding variety to the winners rather than a true reflection their so called listener’s choice? I seem to be asking more questions than providing answers here but then this is my blog, I write what I feel.

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Prince Kaybee
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Burna Boy

Given that this was the first time such as award had been given out, I am tempted to assume the organisers wanted to simply put the category on the spotlight, encouraging more votes the next time the nominees are put forward and to have people asking the question, who is Jah Prayzer? Surely being nominated means he deserved to win but the question still remains, did he really have more listeners dancing to ‘mudhara vachauya’ than all those artists? Is the vote based on current trends within a particular country? If so he would have deserved the award because of late he has been upping his game and giving artists a run for their money. Or maybe (this is a good one) votes casts were judged against a country’s population and given a percentage and whichever artist had the higher percentage of listeners for him won the award? In this scenario, Jah could have only prevailed because he has a huge listenership against the population in Zimbabwe and could have outsmarted the other artists in this manner.

In the end, its just my mind running wild, there are many questions and many subjects of conversations pertaining to the MAMA’s this year but its all behind us now, we celebrate, object and in the end have to respect what has been done, viva African music

 

What are your thoughts on the awards, let me know…..

Read more on the awards and who has won it before on the following links:

2015: http://www.okayafrica.com/news/mtv-africa-music-awards-2015-winners/

2014: http://tooxclusive.com/news/winners-mama-mtv-africa-music-awards-2014/

2010: http://jaguda.com/2010/12/12/mtv-africa-music-awards-mama-2010-winners-pictures/

2009: http://www.naijarules.com/index.php?threads/mtv-africa-music-awards-2009-winners.34953/

2008: https://www.bellanaija.com/2008/11/mtv-africa-music-awards-mamas-winners-photos/

 

 

 

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How to cheat on your partner!

How to cheat on your partner!

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Delete! Delete! Delete! Is the key word. Nothing to it than this valuable six letter word.

While I am no stranger to the action itself, I could not but imagine the pain an acquaintance has had to go through just to have a normal day in his marriage, a thing he yearns for but barely gets from his partner.

Meet Dave (not his real name), 26, married and with one child. He would love to just get home and live his phone charging while he takes a bath or leave it to charge while he goes off with friends on a binge but as he tells me while we enjoyed a couple of beers at an establishment in the East rand, he cannot afford to do that.

His life, he says, has been marred with various near -to-fatal incidences just because of a Social App, one that literally left a mark on him when the wife took hot coals from a braii and threw at him infront of family and friends. He has survived numerous cellphone destructions, a limit to his conjugal rights in many nights and has had to retrieve his contacts on many occasions through his network provider. Far too many times than any other man has done he believes.

But as the story goes, he has reached level expert in cheating on his wife. He no longer has to worry. It seems he has developed a unique memory of all the chats he has with his mistresses and never misses a thing. On a conversation, when he types, he deletes and when he gets a response, he deletes and when the chat ends, he deletes the recents because as with Whatsapp, they all pile up at the beginning and are a cause of grief and pain in his house.

I was in no space to ask him why he has to go through all the hustle just to cheat when he has a woman at home? But I wasn’t going to ruin the fun chat I was having with him. He had become the only source of entertainment in this local establishment besides the booze , for it seemed, not too many patrons had ventured out on this night.

His belief was that marriage could never work without a ‘side chick’ and he had justifications for his theory.

“A woman is never satisfied with all you do for her, there is always something she looks for which is mysterious, its a thing we can never know. First I thought my spouse needed money and a good life but when I gave her that, she still never trusted me. That was before I even cheated on her first. When I realised I was never going to be appreciated and that I was just a suspect in our marriage I began to see another woman. I was not clever with it at the start but now, I am as clean as a whistle and have no problems of infidelity with my woman”

Today’s world has presented a challenge on privacy that our mothers and fathers never suffered from. There where no cellphones, pc’s and definitely no video calling and all was made simple by having one common place of communication, a huge and heavy telephone set sitting by the corner set in the lounge. There was definitely no phone sex and no funny conversations on this set while the whole family googled or the little naught brother listened and giggled in the other room.

“It was kinda peaceful back then” Dave said with a chuckle.

I couldn’t help but agree.

Dave has since developed a keen understanding of social networks and is adept to the most recent trends in chatting that can make his marriage life easier. Not only has he stuck to one platform but has initiated a somewhat persuasion of the mind to all his mistresses, which by now I had gathered numbered four, to have them download message applications that make it easier for them to communicate. Its about staying ahead of the game and making sure nothing or no one catches up on you, its like a game of cat and mouse he relates.

In as much as Dave is treading on a thin thread of either getting caught or catching up on an unwanted deadly disease, much of the world today evolves around the conversations within social platforms and security is of major concern. WhatsApp came up with end to end encryption a few months back to keep information passed on from one user to the other secure from the googles and hackers but as for Dave, he needs not to worry about these but only his wife.

“The most dangerous woman is one starring at a pic of another woman in your phone as you fail to construct a meaningful reason as to why she is in your phone” he says, now clearly inebriated.

Social networks providers are unaware of the wars being waged daily in the homes, way bigger than their worries of spying and intelligence.

A while ago another friend went on to create a false profile on Facebook to catch a cheating husband. By the time I got to know of the profile, the husband was about to meet his mistress (his wife) for the first time and she wasn’t sure what to do next as it had become too real for her to handle. In the end she deleted the profile, what a waste I thought whilst it was too close to home, what if I too was lured in such a manner? Would I take the bait?

I have gathered an immense suspicious character online which begins from sieving through my friends and followers. While I might not use the delete button that often, I prefer to unfollow and block that which I feel might hinder my privacy or my wellbeing. The greatest fear of all time is to have to wake up with a headline saying, ‘Major social platform hacked!’ and so in preventing before I need a cure, I chose to be a bit smarter when it comes to what I do and who I do it with online.

It begs the thought of how much of online footprint are we leaving out there in today’s world? Is it good and is it bad? How much of it will hurt when its publicly displayed, one day? We have seen it happen before and I have a feeling it wont be the last we hear of it.

If it comes to cheating on your spouse, Dave encourages you to delete! I guess even in a court of law, when there is no evidence, there is no time!

DO NOT SHOOT THE MESSENGER!

 

Will Streak bring back glory days?

Will Streak bring back glory days?

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Heath Streak, our former captain, was named Head coach recently. Chosen ahead of a good number of candidates and as exciting the name sounds to Zimbabwean cricket, it also worries, will he be the man that brings back the good old glory days for the much loved sport and can he handle the commotion within the country’s cricket union? Fingers crossed!

My knowledge of the game goes way back when we had to watch cricket instead of my favourite shows on telly. The country has had a minimum of one television station as far as I can remember and when the team played, we had no other option, so we learnt the game and we began to love it.

We brought down giants of the game at one time and we flew our name high enough to become a force to reckon with before and inevitably just like anything else within the country, it was short down like a duck by the gun of corruption which induced player exodus, dodgy team selection, lousy performances, Zimbabwe Cricket scandals, the list goes on.

Its been really hard to concentrate on anything the team does these past years, its been a guarantee of failures and really, nothing to write home about. Cricket had quickly become the best of what Zimbabwe sports had to offer but sadly that offer didn’t last that long. I couldn’t get myself to watch a game in the empty stands that the team has been known to attract or on telly (as now I have many options).

Streak’s appointment has brought a particular sense of relief for many as this is a man that once captained us to numerous victories and gain considerable amount of experience in coaching after he left the team. This is where part of my confidence in him lies. Apart from the fact that he had a good hand bowling, lovely persona and a wonderful and powerful arm while batting. He is the kind of guy you would expect to get the job done.

But will he?

Top order batsman, Tino Mawoyo thinks he will.

“He is the best option we had available to us, he knows the players, knows the organisation (Zimbabwe Cricket) and therefore can understand the whole situation better than a foreign coach” Mawoyo said.

Sentiments that were echoed by many after his appointment but will Streak be patient enough to handle the ongoing Zimbabwe Cricket financial woes? With his coaching abilities, he is bound to look for opportunities to better his team, and these do not come cheap! Along with the fact that if he does get new players in, will they be enough money to keep them happy and not look for better wages?

This is what he faces and the reality will soon sink as he has a couple of games to prepare for in the next coming weeks. All eyes will be on whether he can continue his good player streak into coaching.

Mawoyo believes the players in the squad have to accept and follow his coaching.

“A few player say they have issues with him but the majority are happy with his appointment… He has to have his players prepared for international cricket, play constant games, improve facilities…and concentrate on cricket only..”

So it follows in any set up, not everybody will like you but if the majority does, then you have a likelihood of survival.

There are far too many issues that will hinder Streak in his new role but importantly he must note the current environment within the country as a whole. That cannot be left alone and pretend to want to deal with cricket all on its on, it might be a bit complicated. While his key focus should be on winning and doing enough to foresee a bright future for the game, he can barely achieve that if he has no backing of ZC, which has been known to be impatient with coaches and players alike.

I certainly hope for a change in the better to our cricket, far too many talented players within the country who have been let down by the system. Far too many people let down by the system, period!

I have hope in you Streak, do us proud and don’t give in or up easily. Stick to your guns and have them always cocked coz its a war out there son, its war!

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Its a ‘Winky’ from me to ‘D’!

Its a ‘Winky’ from me to ‘D’!

Its been on repeat since I downloaded the full album from links I got from a friend. I do support buying but in this day and age you gotta have a taste of it before investing, right? I am sure we have had disappointing buys which you cannot even re-sale. That said, I was safe as the whole album was being given for free on the Facebook page or simply on this following link  http://smarturl.it/Listen-GafaFuti-Full.

Zimbabweans are reggae lovers, the country was born with it. Bob Marley is I guess the greatest musician to have ever graced the country especially at a time when we were celebrating freedom from our oppressors. To have such a huge icon pen a song for the country was like gifting us with eternal reggae publicity and consequently love for the genre. Winky D returns the favour in naming one of his songs Bob Marley, which I think is cool from an artist who took a lot from the icon.

Enough of me trying to give you an introduction to my subject matter of today and head straight into how I am loving the new Winky D album, Gafa Futi. I am not entirely well adapt to Zim-dancehall lingo and so I had a few questions about what he sings about and I guess and a lot of people where clueless when he says ‘GAFA’ and ‘EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL” and showbiz.com made me understand a bit though I didn’t really get it (was not that apt in mathematics).

Besides his confusing explanations, I still went along to enjoy the album. I will probably be crucified by a lot of fans but he did stray from true reggae beats and married his album with some Afro beats as on the track Hooray. A wedding song which I believed could have not been done any other way (not a lot of ragga artists sing about weddings and the dancehall beat does not really cater for down the isle moments) It didn’t however reduce the sweetness of his whole offering. I was however impressed by his continued efforts to sing about issues that affect us daily.

Twenty Five is one song that I related to as we have been faced with the reality of unemployment against having the best education in world. How the degreed masses have been reduced to gamblers in search of any source of income to feed families. He goes on to encourage everyone to go on doing what can alleviate their situation as we can but only try.

I must give him so much proper recognition as he has taken his music a step further. Most artists in the country fail to come up with meaningful lyrics with content that shows our education levels. I never knew he would sing about karma, extraterrestrial and attempt a collaboration with Oliver Mtukudzi. That to me shows pure genius, not to mention that Tuku was only relegated into doing the intro guitar, chorus and fill ins in the song. The whole song remained his while the elder simply flowed along. I guess that means no huge worry when performing this one, Samanyanga will just be on cd!

The song itself incites a lot of emotions and I believe there was much thought process to have such a hit, well maybe not much, as the two are songwriters that have excelled.

I’m still perplexed as to his choice to offer the album free of charge on the internet though. I guess its because there is next to nothing album sales in Zimbabwe and buying it from a vendor on the street shows you have no internet connection good enough for the download or simply put it, a relic.

Another day to discuss whether he has moved religious camp, I wish people could just stop the labelling and judging. Remember, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged” Matthew 7:1

A good offering from the young man, what we expect from his level and I guess the problem is in the next one he has to follow up with. In the meantime, happy free listening!

You can listen to Winky D’s new album GAFA FUTI from links below

1: Happiest Man – http://smarturl.it/Happiest-Man_down
2: Bob Marley – http://smarturl.it/BobMarleyFuneral-d
3: Gafa Party(Toi Toi) – http://smarturl.it/GafaParty-down
4: Extraterrestrial – http://smarturl.it/Extraterrestrial-d
5: Twenty Five – http://smarturl.it/TwentyFive-down
6: Panorwadza Moyo – http://smarturl.it/PanorwadzaMoyo-down
7: Karma – http://smarturl.it/Karma-down
8: Photo Life – http://smarturl.it/PhotoLife-down
9: Hooray – http://smarturl.it/Hooray-down
10: Bhebhi raMwari – http://smarturl.it/BhebhiRaMwari-down
11: Mwendamberi – http://smarturl.it/Mwendamberi-down
12: Daddy – http://smarturl.it/Daddy-down

You can listen the full album here http://smarturl.it/Listen-GafaFuti-Full

 

 

Roki calls fan a.. hole, drops mic and exits stage right! Just Perfect!

Roki calls fan a.. hole, drops mic and exits stage right! Just Perfect!

Despite my best intentions not to pen this one, out of respect of not wanting to kick a man who’s already down, I couldn’t keep my fingers from my keyboard. Like magnet on steel, my fingers were pulled to construct the following escapade (which I could have avoided) by my simple dislike of mediocre musicians and music; especially that from an artist (word on the street says is) on the run from a recent almost fatal wife battering situation back in Zimbabwe.

Despite my best intentions of what I call a great weekend, you know, the type that you just chill with loved ones, braii and get drunk from your own supply, I was convinced by an in-law of mine to visit club Alicat in Randburg where Roki was performing. So I gathered up the little love I have for the genre that has seen us Zimbos go nowhere than become a closed off island within the world music scene (the so called “urban grove”) and tagged along to a performance by the babymaker.

So I went in there feeling that the best way was to inebriate myself as to be incapable of any form of critique which the crowd beside had since got tired of. All I needed to do was get high and “we gon be alright”, I sang to myself.

The club is well placed and I loved the vibe, we often don’t have a lot of places where we are free to be ourselves and as expatriates we have often been left with no option than to dance to the tunes we hardly relate to. So every home tune that dropped, I got down and broke a sweat moving to Winky D and Tuku, much to the puzzlement of my fellow revellers who hardly new the song.

You see, there are the reasons why I was in this place and all they were eager to see was Roki. I strongly feel he is past his time. He used to sing once but lost it somewhere between the many wives, substance abuse and lack of management. I certainly didn’t want to waste my hard earned money paying to see him try to perform. I ended up parting with a few coins to enter the club (seriously his show was worth 20rands) and it didn’t hurt after all.

By the time he performed, in the early hours of the morning, a few fans had filtered through and started to chant his name. I had by then exhausted myself dancing to mixes curtesy of Dj Hustle, who left me wanting more before he had to mix and play host to the on-the-run (still in the grapevine) artist.

The show kicked off as if it were a conversation between two friends, nothing spectacular to it. I had gathered enough information to know that it was not his show but rather he had been offered a slot within Dj Hustle’s slot. Such a good gesture from the young man who I found very talented but could have lost a good amount of money paying homage to a fallen hero in Zim’s musical scene.

When Roki went on stage, he introduced himself. I guess he thought it was wiser but wait, he had to because there was no MC in the place. I still felt it was ridiculously planned. After he managed to get the crowd to listen, he attempted to sing his first song and it ended there, in an attempt. The following part of the small part of his show was either him screeching to his high notes (Lord knows how he pulled them off at one time) or something going wrong with the backtrack and Dj. I understand music genres and this “urban grove” is not ideal for cueing over and over again unlike ragga music. He kept wanting to talk to the crowd and sing which he failed dismally. One could have easily picked up that this was not a show rehearsed and out of the braggadocio of the man himself, he thought he could pull it off  but could not.

In an attempt to bring back the crowd in control, which by now could have been throwing tomatoes if they had and were getting bored by his repeat of the same song every time he sang one line, he lashed out at one fan and after a few exchanges went down the stage as if to beat up (something we have heard he is good at) the unhappy fan.

I was now even more interested in the show than I was initially and had moved closer and so when the incident occurred it was in full view. I believe the words he used cursing the lady fan is the five letter word too vulgar to write here but excessively used by taxi conductors (ma whindi) back home. That word our mothers can never hear us say to anyone and is a strong reference to the end of our large intestines, externally.

“M@#*a yako!”

I believe the english translation would be that word which also refers to a cross breed between a donkey, horse and a hole! Just trying to keep my page clean as much as I can guys, you will forgive me for being not too blunt.

After this altercation, the show painfully ended much to the disgruntlement of the handful of fans in this small establishment. And despite a poorly disguised attempts to bring in his old friend, Dj Duse (pronounced as orange juice) who is now trying a hand in rapping, nothing came out of it except trying to calm down a few drunken fellas who were starting a row just close to the stage.

By this time I had completely convinced my travelling companions that we had wasted our money ( well, not really) and that my predictions of a guaranteed poor show had come to light.

In the end, Roki, whose real name is Rockford Josphat, had been relegated to the Dj box and looked like he was fixing a problem or two but was really just happy to hang out with the dj spinning the records. After the altercation, he was happy to promise the fans more but all knew what that meant and we sadly trickled out the same we did coming in.

It was a night out that turned too bad for my in-law who so badly wanted a great performance from Roki, but nothing turned out.

There have been many rise and falls within the music industry but none so rough, rocky and bouncy like that of Roki’s. He has seen it all and I believe if there is a music god above, looking out for him, he has certainly lost his willingness to heed the urban groover’s call. He is the epitome of being washed up and resembles nothing of his former self. It is sad to see him in such a state for he had promise at one time when Winky D was just a TV presenter. How things change.

I thought then during the show, how and autobiography of Roki would be good to read but then too sad for a lot of fans he is blessed to have. well, maybe another day.