TShaka Mayanja
From time immemorial, Music holds a special place in the life of humanity and by extension, Musicians do too.
Musicians, like Healers, have always been in the midst of all human settlements, to bring joy and reprieve to the world.
There’s a song for every occasion. From worship of The Creator, the veneration of the Guardians, childbirth, transition into adulthood, weddings all the way to death, there’s a song and singers for the occasion.
There is Music before you even begin thinking for yourself. Music comes before Healers, Teachers and Rulers;
The biggest man you ever did see was once a baby.
From putting you to sleep when “ttulo ttulo, kwaata omwana, bw’otamukwaate ng’oli musezi” was sang to you as a nipper, to the very first time you stood up causing ecstasy in the household and the song “tengerere, tengerere, tengerere omwana ayimiridde” was sang to you; Ennyimba zezaatulera.
If you do not respect and adhere to the rules and norms of your calling, it will spit you out and you will lose all respect and reverence that The Spirit and humanity has for you.
Pride goes before a fall. You must know the limits of your calling and respect them.
Somewhere along the way, so many people in Music have failed to see the line and dared to cross it.
They’ve gone on to bring disrepute to Music, and dragged themselves into the sewer.
We have lost the respect and reverence that was once a special preserve for Musicians since the beginning of time; as Healers and menders of hearts.
Music is an incessant calling in my life, a calling that I was literally forced to heed. It was that unavoidable. Music saved my life, moulded me, fed me and used me to lift others.
It was this constant prodding and pressure within my Spirit that pushed me so hard, to make sure that a connection was established between our brothers and sisters off the continent who were yearning to step on the land of their Ancestors, fulfilling their dreams.
The dream of the reparation and unification of Africans came true through Music; and I was there to witness it. It wasn’t in vain.
There are Farmers who have the calling to feed the people.
There are Teachers who have a calling to teach the children.
There are Healers who have the calling to heal the people.
There are Cattle keepers and herders who have the calling to hold onto the animals for their Master, the Mighty Nda…. Kali…. And Nnak….
All the above people’s lives and callings rotate around the Spirit of Music, for they must sing to lift their Spirits. So, they call on Musicians.
If there’s is one thing that The Creator does not regret about creating the human, it’s the Music that the human-created to give The Most High praises, to serenade the Cosmic system (Obwengula) and bring joy to the rest of creation.
Everything shall perish from under the sky; Music alone has lived and shall live.
When the great flood destroys your crops, when a terrible disease wipes out all the livestock and birds, when the great fire wipes away your structures, I shall not ask you to become Musicians, I will be there to sing and wipe away your sorrows.
That’s my calling.
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