We have tried everything. We have thrown stones in anger and in desperation. We have mourned our vocal chords to oblivion in the hope of freedom.
By Masola wa Dabudabu
We have picketed in the hope that someone will hear us. We have even prayed to God the Almighty as well as to other lesser gods. We have even pleaded with the devil for intervention.
All efforts to dislodge what resonates as evil in our midst seem to have failed.
We have not tried the power of song. Let us sing for our own freedom. Let us sing for the voiceless. Let us sing for those whose ability to fight for freedom has been curtailed by despotic tendencies. We need to sing for the innocent children who have grown to normalise suffering. Let the youthful souls whose ears have been corrupted by the songs of jeopardy hear the new songs of reason.
All the elders, parents and even the thieves that rob us of our freedom should hear our mournful voices sing for the true freedom we desire. Our songs for freedom should be sensitive to the next generation. We should sing for the unborn ones so that they are not born into perfidy and treachery. Let us pleasantly spoil the unborn before they are rudely spoiled by the harshness of the life on this earth. Let us sing for their proper up-bringing. May be if we sing the devil we all know may spare their souls for a moment.
Let the tunefulness of the songs serenade the oppressed.
The innocent children of this wretched earth should hear the soulfulness of songs. Let the children enjoy the sweetness of the tunes of freedom. Singing for innocent children under these dreadful circumstances is the noblest of all deeds. The innocent souls of this side of life have seen it all through their innocent eyes. The purveyors of terror should hear the songs too so they stop playing sadistic tricks with our children’s innocence. As we sing for the innocent we should not forget how hunger, pain, poverty, disease and pure corruption have compromised their innocence. We should not forget that corruption has eaten their resolve to remain innocent.
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The people need the power of song to overcome their tribulations. Zimbabweans need powerful songs for them to sober up from their drunken stupor. They need the song to soften their hearts that have been hardened by systemic inconsideration and systematic upheavals. If the songs of freedom are not sung, Zimbabweans may need dynamite to blow away their hardened poverty. At this rate only a dynamite of a song may suffice. Moreover, the singers of the freedom songs should pledge all the royalties from the proceeds of the songs to the welfare of the oppressed.
Let the songs of freedom boom from sound boxes of all sorts and let the dancing commence. Let the songs drive the people into a dancing frenzy. In the beginning the dance may be limp as the people reel from an intoxication ofsadness, poverty, malnutrition, maladministration by administrators and mismanagement by managers. A louder and faster tempo help start the true walk to freedom. With song, the healing process may start in earnest.
Maybe those who are dealing emasculating holds on our freedom should be serenaded with the tunes of unfettered freedom too. The choristers and singers should dedicate freedom songs to the aged ones too. The old one and all his associates need to hear the people singing solemnly for their freedom. Maybe the desperate tunes of those who yearn for freedom may strike a chord in oppressors’ limited repertoire of mercy. The old one may be moved to exercise a rare deed of mercy. There is a dint of hope that the old one’s parenting instincts may respond to the message borne by the songs of freedom.
The songs of freedom cannot be sung by a few people. All those who want to be emancipated from this untold misery need to sing loudest. The land whose core hasdocked in the fateful harbour of despair also needs to sing. The suffering people may ask, “How does a land sing for its freedom?” The suffering poor are the land, the land is the people. The land should resonate in a loud chorus of freedom. No one is too small to sing for the land and no one is too young to dance for the troubled land. The suffering multitudes should stand up and join the freedom choir.
Join in the singing and help change those who have taken vows to mismanage the livelihoods and the freedoms of others. Sing for one and sing for all. It will be at the end as it was in the beginning. In the beginning there was word; now there should be song and song is another form of word.
