Showing posts with label Professor Jay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Professor Jay. Show all posts

November 12, 2010

East African Hip Hop and Black Internationalism


Mwenda Ntarnagwi’s talk at Northwestern University on Monday Oct. 25, 2010 reminded me of another similarly engaged work of scholarship: Gerald Horne’s book “Mau Mau in Harlem”. Horne devotes a significant section of the book to Malcolm’s linkage of the revolutionary black struggle in America during the 1960s with the Land and Freedom Armies of Kenya (the so-called “Mau Mau”) who retreated into the highland forests and engaged in guerilla warfare against white settlers and their black collaborators. The ideological nodes connecting these diverse expressions of liberation have given birth to the term “black internationalism” in the extant historical literature.

Ntarangwi drew our attention to other points on this node in his talk on “Globalization, Hip Hop and Youth Agency in East Africa”. Drawing on stories of survival and livelihood amidst the fallout from World Bank and IMF programs of neo-liberal structural adjustment, Ntarangwi detailed how economic liberalization in East Africa created both severe socio-economic dislocation and the opportunity to access Western pop culture on newly unprecedented levels through circulated tapes and videos of hip hop films such as “Breaking 2” and the music of Michael Jackson and other eighties and nineties African American pop stars. Hip hop was part of a whole generation of youths’ attempts to craft an East African modernity in response to chronic underemployment, the movement of immigrants into new economic niches, and newly available communication technologies—a situation, Ntarangwi pointed out, not unlike the conditions which gave birth to hip hop in the South Bronx.

Ntarangwi played samples of the song “Uhiki” or “Wedding” by the Kenyan artist Hardstone, featuring rapping in Kikuyu over a sample of Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” and Swaleh Jay’s remix of “Ice Ice Baby” in Swahili, which itself infamously sampled Queen and “Under Pressure” by David Bowie and Queen. “Under Pressure” was released only a year before “Sexual Healing”, thus revealing some of the hybrid geneaologies of hip hop in East Africa and its emergence out of 80s and 90s American popular cultural forms.

Hip hop in East Africa, according to Ntarangwi, is a particular mode of youth political expression that emerged to allow African youth to become more active participants in culture making and astute critics of the political order by making sounds and messages from global black culture part of their local cultural repertoires. For example, in crafting a political approach to their music, groups like Kalamashaka in Kenya explicitly reappropriated the sights and sounds of African liberationists through the lens of black internationalism.
In their song “Ni Wakati” Kalamashaka sample Malcolm’s famous speech “Message to the Grassroots”, which speaks of Mau Mau as “black revolutionaries in Africa”. In Kenya, where the Mau Mau fighters were not even acknowledged as part of the force which helped to liberate Kenya after independence, and where their protests over land were met with silence and marginalization, Kalamashaka’s songs and messages were an important part of rehabilitating the image and message of Mau Mau fighters. In contrast to the neocolonial collaboration of Kenya’s ruling class, the Mau Mau symbolized to Kalamashaka the same values that politically conscious East African hip hop embodied—speaking from the margins, witnessing truth to power, and calling for a radical return to social justice and redistribution of wealth as well as access to education.

Another important node in East African hip hop’s links to black internationalism and the black diaspora goes through the Black Panthers. In 1969, Pete O’Neal, the chairman of the Kansas City Chapter of the Black Panther Party was arrested for allegedly transporting a gun across state lines. O’Neal resolved not to become another victim of FBI director J. Edgar Hoover’s covert and illegal war against the Panthers and fled to Algeria and then Tanzania with his wife Charlotte. In Arusha, Tanzania, they founded the United African Alliance Community Center in the spirit of Black Panther activism, offering food, education and services to the community free of charge. In 2008, while visiting with a group of students from Howard University, we recorded a song in UAACC’s homemade studio with a producer/emcee who Pete and Charlotte have helped to nurture. The Center, I learned, also has a close relationship with Kalamashaka (now known as Ukoo Flani), and has nurtured the talent of Tanzanian singer Nakaaya Sumari, who was at one point married to M1 (they have since separated). Nakaaya met M1 while working on “Mr. Politician”, her popular critique of vote-seeking vultures in East Africa.

Ntarangwi played several other hip hop critiques of corrupt politicians. In Tanzania, where President Jakaya Kikwete also appears poised to win re-election despite critiques that he made extravagant campaign promises, the relevance of Tanzanian rapper Profesa Jay’s critique of Tanzanian politics is especially germane. In “Ndio Mzee” (Yes Sir) and its follow up “Kikao Cha Dharura” (Emergency Meeting) Profesa Jay sketches a political speech made by an aspiring office-seeker in which he promises, among other things, to end poverty, establish schools on the moon, and give every member of the police force a helicopter. In the followup song, the politician finds himself confronted by his constituents post-election and is forced to back track on many of his promises. For instance, he has done research he says, and “its quite cold on the moon, and plus I hear Osama bin Laden has camps there.” He ends by promising to fix everything, if only his constituents will elect him again.

The conversation after the talk ranged far and wide. Professor D, a Ph.D. student in African American studies at Northwestern, and a member of the African hip hop working group, asked Ntarangwi to clarify his use of the term ‘youth’ and his use of the term ‘hip hop.’ From there, discussion ranged over East African b-boys and b-girls, how to model being a ‘hip hop scholar’ on the continent, and the various local genres of hip hop expression in Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania. Fittingly, the night ended with a two hour knowledge cipher at Giordanos with two young Chicago emcee/poets, myself, Professor D and Ntarangwi. The conversation ranged from Kanye’s latest release to Illuminati and the New World Order. In convening these spaces at Northwestern throughout the year, under the auspices of the African hip hop project, our goal more than anything is to create the energy and impetus for these kinds of dialogues that give young people a chance to see themselves as nodes on this transnational network of the “global hip hop imaginary”. I appreciate Professor Ntarangwi for making it possible through his scholarship. If you’re interested in reading more, you can buy the book here.

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November 28, 2009

Mzungu Kichaa ft. Profesa Jay - "Jitolee" (translation)



A very special thanks to Ari B. and Sis. S. Yasin who did most of the work on translating this song.

"JITOLEE" – Volunteer


Uchumi unashangaza / The economy is amazing/astonishing/ strange.

Wengine wanao wengine hawana / Some have it, some don’t

Wewe tajiri sikiliza mara moja / You rich man listen immediately

Usingekuwepo bila mama yako/ You wouldn’t exist without your mama

Nani aliamua awe mama yako / Who decided she should be your mama?

Hu ndiyo uamuzi wa dunia / Yeah that’s a decision the world made

Kwahiyo lazima uyaheshimu / Because of that you must respect it

Pamoja na akina mama wote / Together with all mothers

Chorus

Mikono juu / Hands up!

Jitolee na usaidie / volunteer and help somebody

Ombi kwa binadamu / Ask humanity (so that they)

Upendo usipotee / Don't lose love

PROF JAY

Heshima kwa baba heshima kwa mama / Respect to father, respect to mother

Heshimu kitu cha bure kila mtu anastaili / Respect is free, every person deserves it

Ila dunia sasa imejaa kitendawili / Yet the world now is filled with riddles/puzzles.

Unyama na ufedhuli sasa umeshika hatamu / Brutality and insolence have now taken over

Viliyo vya kinamama imekuwa kama salaam / The cries of the mothers have become like greetings

Jiulize ungekuwa nani kama asingekuwepo mzazi / Ask yourself who you would have been without someone to a parent (to you)

Ubinadaamu kazi, dunia inapata radhi / being humane/citizenship is demanding, the world is getting cursed.

Kila ninapopita matajiri hawana utu / Everywhere I pass rich people have no humanity

Roho za umasikini zimetawaliwa na kutu / Their impoverished souls are ruled by rust

Wanataka maisha bora wavivu wakuthubutu / They want a better life, lazy to attempt it

Waliyokatatama sasa wanashika mtutu / Those who have given up now reach for the barrel of a gun

Bajana ananiambia twenzetu ado ado / Bajana tells me to go/ move slowly .

Rusha mikono juu kama uko kamalikado / Throw your arms up ???[ANYONE KNOW PORTUGUESE?]

Espen obrigado / Thanks, Espen! (this is Mzungu Kichaa's "government" name)

CHORUS

Kuna watu tofauti katika dunia yetu / There are different people in our world

Mmoja anajaribu kusaidia jamii / One person tries to help the community

Wakati mwengine hajali kitu kuliko dola na senti / while another doesn’t care about anything more than cents and dollars.

Maendeleo hayana muelekeo / Progress doesn’t have direction

Kama tama inadumu kwenye kichwa chako / if greed remains in your head

Hautakuwa na umoja na dunia / then you won’t be in unison (unity) with the world

Binadamu baado wanalia / Human beings are still crying!

Umaskini unawabania / Poverty is limiting them

MWASITI

Kwanini hautaki kuwasaidia? / Why don't you want to help them?

Kwenye kaburi hautatumia / In the grave you wont be spending it.

Sababu ya kuletwa kwenye hii dunia / The reason you been brought into this world

Bado haitafanyikiwa / Still wont be reached.

Wewe ndiyo maskini / You are indeed the poor

Na hakuna mwengine /And there is no other.

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October 3, 2009

Mzungu Kichaa ( its not what you think by the title!)

This is my new JAM!

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July 14, 2009

Sauti ya Ghetto (Professor Jay)

New(ish) hip hop from Professor Jay!

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May 12, 2009

Music Translations: Zali za Mentali

Ok, I'm an about-to-be-Georgetown alum and I finally had time to finish this project of translating one of Professor Jay's best songs from Swahili. Its a bit rough, but its all there. The words which I didn't know I left in the original Kiswahili. Thanks to Mwalimu Lusweti for the consultation.


Naamka asubuhi nipo chwiri tena mapema
Nautoa mkeka sakafuni kisha naukunja vyema
Nawaza nitakula nini mentali kisha naguna
Naanza kujikongoja kichwa chini mikono nyuma
Naelekea kilingeni nilikopaki mkokoteni
Nasaga na rumba kimshazali nyie acheni
Nawapa 'Hi' machizi wananipa peace tunafurahi
Tunapiga stori nyingi walah bila maslahi
Mara napata zali napeleka kago uswahili
Wananipa bukumbili dangaa chee nazisunda chini
Wakati natoka huku kijasho chembamba kikinitoka
Nikaona toto ya nguvu nikajikuta nimeropoka
"Dada habari samahani naomba niulize swali"
Akajibu "maskini koma tafadhali hii ngoma ya gari"
"Ehee unajua dada", "we vipi hebu nipishe"
"Dada mbona mkali", "wee kinyago kubali yaishe"

Nikasema Inshala sawa hiyo yote kwa sababu ya fukara
Nisije nikakubaka nitupwe selo nikawe kafara
Nikaachana nae sehemu za nyuma akizitingsha
Nilikula kwa macho hali yangu haikuridhisha
Nageuza mkokoteni nakuelekea maskani
Nikawapa stori machizi wakanicheka ikawa utani
Siku moja nililemaa maskani sikuwa na tenda
Na nilikuwa nikitafakari ni vipi siku itakwenda
Kumbe kuna gari ilikuja na kupaki karibu yangu
Sikuweza kuisikia labda sababu ya njaa yangu
Nilishtushwa ghafla na mlio mkali wa honi
Nilipatwa na mshtuko na hofu kubwa moyoni
Kuangalia pembeni ilikuwa imepaki Toyota Surf
Kulikuwa na sura ngeni ya malaika akaomba tafu
Nilisita kunyanyuka kwa sababu nilikuwa mchafu
Na alitoa elfu kumi na alikuwa akitaka dafu
Nilipokea hela alichotaka nilimletea akakipokea
Tabasamu zito akanitolea nilimpa chenji
"Ohh no keep chenji, una mawazo mengi itakufariji week end"
Alikunywa maji ya dafu alitupa na kunikonyeza
Niliganda kama nyamafu nikahisi alinibeza
Alinipa busu la huba shavuni akanichombeza
"I love You"
Akawasha gari akateleza

Chorus - Kiitikio
Zali la mentali limetokea wakati mimi n'njaa
Nikapendwa na demu mkali
Na kuwaacha watu wote wakinishangaa 'katika mitaaa'

Verse 2
Zilipita siku mbili nikiwaza kilichotokea
Nikawaza yule ni mtu au jini amenitokea
Potelea mbali uchawi hauendi kwa mentali
Narudi nanyonya napuliza mentali nakuwa shwari
Nabeba rumbesa nakatiza Samora Avenue
Mara kwa ghafla mbele yangu inapaki Toyota mark II
Ohh napata ghadhabu mara nyingi sipendi dharau
Naifuata gari kuanza kupaka mara nahema juu juuu "Aaa" ni yule mrembo"
"Maskini pole sana mzigo mbona mzito kweli utafika nao salama"
Natabasamu "Oh nimeshazoea mama na namshukuru Mwenyezi Mungu kwani hii ni kama karama"
Anakuwa mnyonge anakata kucha anantazama anaaza kulia anatoa leso anainama
"Namwambia bibie ni mara ya pili tunaonana
na sidhani kama ni mbaya iwapo tutafahamiana"
"Naitwa Vicki, nina miaka 22 ni mtoto wa kipekee kwenye familia ya kitajiri"
'Oh naitwa Jay ukiniita fukara haukosei
Na naishi kwa nguvu za macho siku zenyewe hazisogei
Alishuka toka garini na kusema
"Jay nakupenda"
Akaruka kwangu mdomoni nakuanza kupata denda
Nilichomoka kwake na kuanza kurudi nyuma
"Tafadhali mpenzi Jay jamani nionee huruma
Acha kubeba mizigo panda ndani kwenye mchuna
Twende Mbezi Beach kwangu upepo unapovuma"
Sikiliza Vick napenda tuwe marafiki
Lakini hadhi yako hutakiwi kuwa na mtu wa dhiki
Hata wazazi wako naaamini hawataafiki
Tajiri na tajiri maskini thithaminiki
Tafuta kibopa mwenzio ili usishushe hadhi yako
Mimi sistahili hata kuwa kijakazi wako
"Tafadhali Jay usitamke maneno hayo
Naomba unielewe haya machache niyasemayo
Hadi huu wakati mimi nimekupenda kwa dhati
Ukikubali niwe wako nitajiita mwenye bahati"
Nimeelewa Vicki naomba niwahishe mzigo
Tajiri ni mkorofi anan'subiri migomigo
Na kila nikichelewa mwenzako napata kipigo
Nasaga na rumba jua na mvua kwa mpigo
Tuliongea mengi akanipa hela za matumizi
Sikuwahi hata kuziona nilikuwa kama chizi
Niliacha kubeba mizigo penzi letu likaota mizizi
Watu wa uswahili wakasema natumia kizizi
Baada ya miezi mitano Vick alipata ujauzito
Tulifurahi sana mambo yakawa mpwito-mpwito
Swala la kwenda kwa wazazi wake halikuwa zito
Walifurahi sana kuniona tukafanya tambiko
Walisema Jay maisha ya Vick yapo chini yako
Tumefurahi mmpendana kumlea ni jukumu lako
Ilipangwa mikakati kamambe ya kufunga ndoa
Watu hawakuamini kama mimi vipi nitamuoa
Ilifika siku ya siku mentali Jay ndani ya jumba
Na Vick ndani ya shela hakuna uchawi wala ndumba
Tulishikana mikono ni nderemo na vifijo
Tukafunga pingu za maisha kanisani bila ya fujo
Furaha isiyo kifani lilifanyika bonge la party
Watoto wa uswahili walibeba wali kwenye mashati (du)
Zawadi zilizagaa zilikuwa nyingi tena kemkem
Baba mkwe alitupa benzi, kiwanda nyumba na bm
Acha zawadi nyingi kutoka kila sehemu
Nilikumbuka nikacheka nilivyoteswa na wale mademu
Mambo swadakta nipo na Vick ndio my wife
Kidume nang'aa wanajigonga shenzi tipe (shenzi tipe)
Nilipokuwa arosto mlinikwepa kama ukoma
Mambo juu ya mstari kunisalimu mnaona noma
Sasa hivi napeta nabadili gari full kipupwe
Mlio nicheka wanataka ardhi ipasuke
Naelekea kilingeni kuwapa dili machizi wangu
Tena mara kwa mara siwezi kuwacha asili yangu
Vick ni Jay, Jay ni Vick mustarehe kutoka ndani ya dhiki
Sasa kila siku sherehe ahaaaa!


AND NOW THE TRANSLATION:
I woke up early in the morning weary again,
I took the mat from the floor and I folded it neatly.
I’m dreaming of what I’ll eat (my mentality is food) and then I grumble
I began to stagger, head and hands down
Facing the bar, where I parked my handcart
I grind the dance (rumba) out of wack/you all stop.
I say hi to my friends they say ‘peace’ we are happy.
We tell a lot of stories, trading them freely.
Once I get good luck, I am taking one of those Swahili charms.
My peoples give me 2000 shillings
While doing this I’m sweating so much I’m losing weight
I saw this big girl and found myself talking without thinking
“Hey girl, excuse me, I’d like to ask you a question.”
She answered ‘poor man’, please stop this ‘ngoma ya gari’ (worthless talk)
“Hey, you know sis!” “Well, YOU, I need to pass!”
“Sis, why are you being so harsh?”
“You are a clown, and I agree you will always be one.”
I said, “Inshallah, ok, that’s all cuz I’m a beggar. Lest I rape you and be thrown in jail where I may become a sacrifice!
I left her, watching her backside bounce and shake
I feasted with my eyes, but the feeling didn’t return
I turned the cart over and pointed it towards home
I told my mates the story and they laughed like it was a joke.
One day, I was paralyzed at home, not doing anything and I was thinking of how my day would go.
Well then a car comes up to park near my place
I wasn’t able to hear it, maybe cuz of my hunger
I was suddenly surprised by the loud blast of its horn.
I was shocked, and fear came over my heart to look to the corner post; there was parked a Toyota Surf
There was a strange picture of an angel she begged me to spread (?)
I hesitated to get up because I was so dirty; she gave me 10,000 shillings and wanted an unripe coconut to drink
I took the money and gave her what she wanted, she smiled mysteriously as I passed it to her.
She removed the change I gave her: “Oh no, keep change. You’ve got lots of dreams to make your weekend happy!” She drank the coconut water and gave me a wink;
I was petrified with silence, thinking she was making fun of me.
Then she gave me a loving kiss, with her arms enticing me, “I love you.”
She started the car and slipped away.

V 2
2 days passed with me thinking about what happened
I pondered, trying to decide whether that girl was a person or a djinn
I got lost in different charms, it wasn’t coming from my mentality?
I returned, nursed, and blew into my mentality; I was peaceful.
I carried and shortcutted across Samora Avenue, when all of a sudden in front of me parked a Toyota Mark II.
I have dignity, and I don’t like to insulted; I followed the car as it began to park. I was out of breath and very excited: aha, its that DIME!
“Maskini, sorry that load is so heavy, I hope you arrive with it safely.”
She smiled, “I have already told my mother and thanked God for an honor like this.”
She was humble, she wanted to watch me all night; she began to cry, folding her leso.
“I am telling Bibi, this is the second time we have met, and I don’t think its wrong if we get to know each other. I am Vicky, 22 years old, from a rich family.”
“And I’m Jay, if you called me a beggar you wouldn’t be wrong. I live by the power of my eyes and sometimes the days themselves go by so slowly.”
She got out from her car and said “Jay, I love you”, jumping into my arms, teeth began to get French kissed.
I was freeing myself from her grip and began to return back.
“Please Jay, lets go, I should be decent. Stop carrying loads and climbing in cars.
Lets go to Mbezi Beach (my place) when the wind is rough.”
“Listen Vicky, I’d love for us to be friends but your honor will be spoiled by me, an cursed (or unfortunate) person.
Your parents, especially, I believe they won't agree.
The rich and rich wannabes don’t respect each other.
Look for a person who is rich like you so that you don’t lower your status.
I am not even worthy to be your slave.”
“Please Jay, don’t tell me this, I beg you understand me, there is no shame in what I say. The feeling of loving you it is indescribable and genuine, if you agree that I should be yours I will call myself lucky.”
“I understand Vicky, and beg that I may deliver the package on time. The rich are cruel and he is waiting in Magomeni. We talked a lot, she gave me cash to carry, I was not on time to feel like I was one of the boys. I stopped carrying loads, our love gave me roots, The Swahili said, I use kizizi.

V 3
After 5 months, Vicky got pregnant, we very happy, the news was pandemonium.
The question of going to her parents wasn’t an issue;
They were very happy to see me and they made offerings for my health and safety.
They said “Jay, Vicky’s life is in your care. We were very happy that you all love each other, and to care for her is your responsibility.
Plans commenced quickly and intensively to set a wedding date.
People didn’t believe me that I would marry Vicky.
The day arrived, the day I had been dreaming of; I was inside the mansion and Vicky inside her wedding veil.
There was no witchcraft nor ndumba. We held hands to joyful shouts of applause, opening the pingu of life in the church with no disruption.
Happinness which has no equal, our wedding party was gigantic.
The kids carried rice in their shirt, gifts glittered and were plentiful.
The father of the bride gave us a Benz, a house with a yard, and a BMW, leaving many gifts from every place. I laughingly remembered how I was tortured by my old working clothes. Things are cool, and Vicky is my wife.
My glittering manliness collided with some ‘shenzi. (??)
I was broke, She used to avoid me like leprosy, now my conditions are the top like a ruler, greeting me, she saw my status.
Now I bend and turn the car cool season. They laughed at me before and now they want the earth to split (and swallow her up).
I am headed to a mystery place to give my people a deal!
And from time to time I cant abandon my origins.
Vicky and Jay, Jay and Vicky celebrate coming from misfortune.
Now every day celebrate!

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