Let it rain

Moonga performs at The Fringe, Joburg Theatre on 14 November 2013
Moonga performs at The Fringe, Joburg Theatre on 14 November 2013

Last week was a high pressure week. It started with my first television interview and performances on SABC’s Morning Live and then moved to another radio interview on Channel Africa’s Gateway to Africa on Wednesday. Thursday the 14th of November was the book launch and my first concert. Looking back after all the nerves, I can smile at all that I have learnt and what I looked forward to bringing to my future shows. It all feels like sweet rain that has come to wash the old away and bring in a new start. When you have walked in faith for a long time, the road’s ups and downs can be tiresome. This week I want to share with you a lyric from my book, Where to Now and its accompanying story. I feel it best describes all the emotions that the past two weeks have brought. Enjoy.

Till the next time,
MOONGA

Pula

There comes a time in a nation’s life,
When the healing must begin.
There comes a time in a people’s strife,
When the chains are too hard to bear.
We feel the dawn beyond the clouds,
As the wheel of time spins round and round.

There comes a time, to celebrate.
Forget the past and elevate
The truth that comes from the light within,
As we embrace the winds of change.

Pula, Pula,
Let the river of life
Refresh our land.

Pula,
Let it rain,
Let new life spring forth.

There’s a light that shines on me
Telling me I can be free.
There’s a brother and a sister near
Whose call I cannot ignore,
’Cause I feel the dawn beyond the clouds
And I smell amazing rain.

Pula, Pula,
Let the river of life
Refresh our land.

Pula,
Let it rain.
Let new life spring forth

Pula

There comes a time, to celebrate
The truth that comes from the light within.

Pula

Forget the past and elevate
As we embrace the winds of change.

***

In 2007, I shared a flat with a total stranger who became a close friend and support through our shared space. His name was Brian Mangare, an all-round hustler; one of the most enterprising people I have ever met. His rough exterior masked the fact that he too was an artist, a painter, and he encouraged my song writing. I tested my songs on him and his many guests and he always told me the truth. It wasn’t uncommon for Brian to wake me up at 3am to introduce me to one of his visitors which often turned into some sort of concert.

On one such occasion I was introduced to a band I had never heard of called C-Mon & Kypski. They were visiting South Africa from The Netherlands for the Oppikoppi Festival. After hearing my songs, they encouraged me to explore some of the negative emotions I felt; my songs were too sweet at the time. I started to think about my frustrations and a big one was knowing that I was South African by descent but not feeling like I was part of the citizenry. I resolved to accept – my heritage and it stirred in me a sense of nationalism – the good and bad of South Africa was mine to deal with. For the first time, I did not see myself as an immigrant but as a South African. Pula,which means rain in Setswana is a song about healing and a fresh start. Pula was a metaphor for the healing I needed in my own life and the newness I experienced by embracing my South African identity. Thank you Brian.

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