The solo years of Biggie Tembo

WHEN a music career underwhelms, artistes are known to lean on religion, exile, retirement, isolation or drugs to wash away the torment. Biggie Tembo picked every life-affirming choice on the table and retooled for an artistic comeback, but depression, partly traceable to the back-to-back failure of his two solo albums, cruelly ended his legendary career.

SOUND TRACK: Stanley Mushava

Biggie Tembo

While mental health issues in the arts are becoming more openly talked about — not without stigma, even in 2018 — in the 1990s’ Zimbabwe, depression was not topical. The greatest Zimbabwean to ever hold a microphone sought calm for his dark days in music, but lack of support tossed him over to the bottle, the ancestors, the church and, tragically, suicide.

I had the privilege of listening to Biggie’s last two albums, Out of Africa and Baba of Jit, hoping to pick scattered hints of what the former Bhundu Boys frontman might have been going through. Both albums were recorded with the backing of the Ocean City Band – a group famously fronted by Safirio Madzikatire and, later, James Chimombe – at Steve Roskilly’s Shed Studios.

For an icon Biggie’s size, it is sad that both albums, like most of The Bhundu Boys’ discography, are now lost – neither circulated nor curated in Zimbabwe. Perhaps this neglect of a national treasure is the only thing that would have topped the ungenerous reception that drove him into depression.

“The lack of success with this album and the lack of being still part of The Bhundu Boys has just driven me to such despair that something flipped in my brain, and I wasn’t in control of myself anymore,” Biggie told Roskilly towards his last days, as the latter recalls in the Elton Mjanana-directed Absolute Jit documentary.

Out of Africa is the more solid artwork, spawning memorable hits like the poetically cryptic Punza and the politically assertive Mozambique. Baba of Jit is, on the other hand, filled with themes of loss, subdued, resigned, sorrowfully see-through, nostalgic for career highlights, without quite recapturing them, content with literalist song writing and reflective of his born-again Christian experience.

Rufu, the Oliver Mtukudzi-assisted tribute to Bhundu Boys bassist David Mankaba – who succumbed to an Aids-related illness, aged only 33, having become the first Zimbabwean celebrity to openly say that he was suffering from the condition – is probably the closest fans can remember from the album.

The chemistry is more obvious than what you get on recent Tuku collaboration where the superstar just superimposes his voice on someone’s song without being convincingly part of it. Biggie and Tuku were to feature in another Mankaba tribute, Chenjerera Upenyu, before Aids further depleted the band, claiming Shakespeare Kangwena and Shepherd Munyama.

Even the love songs (Rudo and Zvingaome) lack the famous Biggie Tembo telepathy and the Ocean City backing does not quite match the Bhundu energy. Biggie leans more to sorrow than the dance music for which he was renowned. The compositions play around the dark material of divorce, cuckoldry and death.

When he wears his pastoral collar (he hung himself two months away from completing a pastoral diploma with Zaoga, and Leonard Zhakata says he took him to the church he subsequently attended for 20 years), there is more of surrender than cheerfulness.

The compositions lack the varied persona, storytelling and humour of earlier albums, even though the outlook on life sounds more mature. He is not struggling against life on his own terms, but accepting it and philosophising it in a way that sounds less artistic. On music-about-music songs (Maungira and Mbiri Yechitsiga), the jit vibe is loudly absent. Still, I find the sincerity and vulnerability Biggie brings to this record priceless.

The stronger artistic work is to be found on Out of Africa, with even on lesser known jams like Mushonga, Harare Jit, Ngaraire, Out of Africa, Jinga and Nherera. It is the beautiful record that did not get a fair chance at shelflife.

Roskilly recalls the Simbimbino singer packing everything into the album for a comeback.

“He had a big launch party at a hotel and played bits of this live and bits of this from the album, and invited all the journalists, all the music Press; just did a proper launch as it should be done,” Roskilly says.

“But the production value just wasn’t there and it didn’t make anything again.”

His subsequent collaboration with a British band Startled Insects underwhelmed, while a surprise venture into stand-up comedy was laughable, but not in the complimentary way.

The next time Roskilly heard of him was in a psychiatric ward at Chinhoyi Hospital, having been given similar attention in a British hospital before deportation.

BBC’s Andy Kershaw remembers The Bhundu Boys as the single most natural, effortless and catchy pop band.

“I went to Zimbabwe at the height of it and saw all the groups, and although I championed people like the Four Brothers and John Chibadura, it was blindingly obvious what The Bhundu Boys had over them all: they had great tunes, musicianship and a pop sensibility; they had the personality… In terms of personality, their big asset was Biggie. He was a great character on stage, a great communicator. The biggest mistake they ever made was to get rid of him. He was the frontman, the spokesman, the leader and the ambassador. Everyone loved him, and he loved that role,” Kershaw recalls the Zimbabwean great.

Let us talk about securing shelf space for legacy creations of Zimbabwean art. Biggie is a matchless genius and a national treasure. Who is looking out for him?

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  1. This is a very good piece Stan.Incidentally I have been playing Jit Jive over and over in the past week. It is good stuff I think.There certainly is an under appreciation of Biggie’s later artistic work for some reason.What strikes me is that it certainly sounds way ahead of its time.

  2. Great piece on a tragic hero of Zimbabwean music.Any way I would lay my hands on your copies of Baba of Jit & Out of Africa?

    I agree with you entirely about Tuku just superimposing “his voice on someone’s song without being convincingly part of it.”

    I have always loved Rufu and would be happy own a copy of the song.
    “Nhaiwe Rufu, ndiwe unovhima masango anorura, mwari wabvuma here, kushandisa muteyo wako?”

    1. Unzo wekwa Zvimba

      Bamnin Stan munechipo , tsvakurudzo yenyu nemanyorero enyu chipo chaicho kuzimbabwe

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