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david mungoshi Nov 2015
his lean body promises something flawless
and his athletic gait and poise gurantee it
this dance carries the joyful pulse of centuries
filled with the aura of a communal choreography
driven by a pulsating talking drum in expert hands
the serene contours on his contented face -
how they belie the ostritch feathers ardoning his shaven head
such artistic grace and coordination are truly phenomenal:
his dancing head shakes in rhythm to the urgent vocals
of the melody section of the dance troupe
he blows a whistle to blend perfectly with the rest of the percussion
his right hand plays a pair of shakers with amazing dexterity
even as he directs affairs with a fly whisk in his left hand
his left leg does some fancy footwork in the dust
while the right one beats time in time to a silent dirge
the beat of the drum is insistent and demands obedience
to the dictates of heritage that require fluidity and excellence
the dancer is happy to oblige with a maestro's rendition
his smile and energy from the ages speak of art almost divine
who is it that speaks of multitasking as a tiresome diversion?
in this dance where one man does six different things at once
multitasking is an indomitable brand as well as art incarnate!
There is a community, in my country Zimbabwe, domiciled in such places as Plumtree, Dombodema, Madlambuzi and so on. Their dances are absolutely incredible and I have always wanted to capture each dance in words. Here we are at last. I hope I succeed in sharing some of the wonder of the Kalanga Amabhiza dance.
George Nsikak Oct 2016
Nkoyo, the beautiful girl
The daughter of a farmer
The wife of a palm wine tapper
Nkoyo was as charming as mud
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her hands were like iron
And her fingers were like old dry wood
She had bicycle legs
And her toes were like stones
Nkoyo was as clean as dirt
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her backside was like olumo rock
It never shook and had no form
Her hips were a carpenter's craft
And her waist, a crooked staff
When Nkoyo danced
She was like a monster about to die
Nkoyo was as gorgeous as an ostritch
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her face was like a dog's dung
Her teeth shone like darkness
And her eyes were colorless
She farted through her nose
And it killed my pet goose
Nkoyo was as pretty as a bull
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo, the beautiful girl
Nkoyo was my wife
Because of her wretched looking face
I vomitted every now and then
I wish I had paid dowry
But her dad had given her for free
I was no handsome either
She screamed when she saw me naked
But I was no worse than her
We lived in our old ancient cave
Bearing ugly ugly children

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