I am now in the process of engaging with other progresive comrades on how we can build stronger solidarity infrastructure that is agnostic of political whims!
"Bata mbada sembada muzita rechikara. Bata mbudzi sembudzi muzita reusavi. Hama dzangu ndapota zvinhu hazvimbodyidzane " That was the first time I heard Khiama Boys. That morning in 1990, I had been sent to buy bread at Gudoshava's. At the time Sekuru Gudoshava was experimenting with starting his own bakery at Nyahombe.
He also had a shed sandwiched between the wood fired ovens and the bottle store. This is where early birds or maybe alcoholics from the village would hang out while Mbuya Mai Clever and Mbuya Mai Tafara, his two wives, would be cleaning the bottle store.
As I was hanging out with Tafara on the edges of the shed waiting for the first tray to come out of the oven, I saw Mdara Njuzu from Village 2 coming out of the back door holding a zangata of chibuku. A few of his red-eyed & sleep-deprived pals were already congregated on one corner of the shed waiting for him.
Dude blew onto the top of the zangata splitting through the Chibuku foam like Moses at the Red Sea. He then took some long gulps before passing the container to one of his pals. He shivered for a few seconds before belching like a farting zebra, at the end of it wiping the remnants of the beer from his moustashe with the inside of his palm.
I watched as he paused for a bit, maybe processing the beauty of the beer world before suddenly he leaping like a ruvhunambwa. He started drawing hieroglyphics with his chapped feet in a wild attempt to reproduce a then-popular dance called skokotcha. He was in his own world.
For a moment, my world morphed into Njuzu's world as I and other revellers started clapping in rhythm as he spiralled from corner to corner gyrating in anti-newtonian fluidity that captivated all of us.
I woke up from my daze after a tap on my shoulder. That was Mbuya Mai Tafara handing me the hot loaf "Mhanya kumba chingwa chichiri kupisa!"
Khiama boys became one of my favorite bands. I followed them religiously. While Macheso had the leading vocals on most of the songs, the distinctive low voice vocals of Madzibaba were always in tow, regulating Macheso's and pulling him back whenever he were about to be carried away.
6 years later I had the privilege of attending their live show at Madondo kwaGutu. That was before the split.
Coincidentally, I later shared a house with Nicholas Zacharia's late son Simbarashe in 2005-6. At the time he was the Khiama Boys band manager. I did attend a few shows but at the time I could tell there was a real void. Khiama without Macheso was not the same.
Madzibaba soldiered on. He gave us so many memories. He is a legend. RIP
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