Friday 27 December 2013

At peace with Ballaké Sissoko

In the final Rendez-vous à Bobo podcast of the year I'm discussing peace with Malian Kora player Ballaké Sissoko in Cambridge earlier this month, and have Mandinka rap from Les Escrocs.




Tuesday 3 December 2013

Ballaké Sissoko - review

On Saturday 30th November the Malian kora player Ballaké Sissoko performed music from his new album At Peace at The Junction in Cambridge. I reviewed the gig for Local Secrets.

Ballaké Sissoko by Benoit Peverelli

My next radio show will feature an interview recorded with Ballaké before the concert, during which we spoke about Ballaké's musical adventures, and why music is so important in Mali.

Monday 2 December 2013

Millet beer and mobylettes

This is a piece of reportage I wrote for The Guardian Travel Writing Competition 2013. There were some very evocative pieces this year, and sadly my piece was not long listed.  All the same, I hope it is faithful to the people and place for which I have so much affection and that it takes you on a journey.  

“Ca va aller?” (How’s it going?) The Frenchman shouted over his shoulder, the question just audible over the engine of his ancient mobylette and the blast of Sahel wind as I followed nervously behind on an equally antique Peugeot.  It was another day in Burkina Faso, and we were on our way to meet a Griot.

The Frenchman lived here, and as particles of ochre dust danced in the early sunlight, rising with the lullabies of women sweeping compounds and exchanging greetings and blessings with neighbours, we joined the current of of hawkers balancing basins of fruit atop their heads, and school children in impossibly immaculate uniforms flowing into Bobo Dioulasso.  We found Moussa waiting cheerfully for us in a faded deckchair, and weaving between battered taxis and elders swinging beads on their way to mosque, the Frenchman, the Griot, and I continued our journey.   


Myself and Chris Peckham on the same mobylette 2009

Moussa’s band were warming up as we approached the `cabaret’. Competing with a chorus of sinewy cockerels and goats, the sound drifted over the crumbling mud wall of the large yard with the woody smoke of the millet beer known as chapalo brewing in large red oil drums within.  Inside, a patient audience lined the walls on wobbly benches drinking the fruity brew from half gourds, whilst Moussa’s apprentices played lightly on two large xylophones.  Elegantly dressed ladies in vibrant cotton prints sat upright next to slouching men in bizarrely juxtaposed outfits, including one man in a suit jacket three sizes too big, accessorised with a pair of ski goggles. These second hand clothes known locally as“au revoir France”, were combined with unquestionable style.    

With greetings observed and a casual nod from Moussa, the band began as one.  As the bleached light of day blushed rose and dissolved into a deep indigo, Moussa and his band introduced me to the art of the griot.  The custodians of an ancient tradition, the griot are a lineage of musicians who for centuries have served their communities as entertainers, bards and oral historians.  Accompanying their songs with the balafon, (a large xylophone amplified by dried gourds placed under each key) a West African proverb laments the death of a griot as comparable to a library burning down.  Drawing on a vast repertoire, they are virtuoso instrumentalists, the custodians of a rich oral culture and the collective memory of West Africa.

That afternoon Moussa bought to life the great empire of Mali predating the modern states of the Sahel.  He listed genealogies, sung jokes and riddles, and counselled his audience with proverbs and allegories that seemed to resonate with them as immediately as the reverberation of the band’s organic instruments.  As the last song ended in perfect syncopation and the last gourd of chapalo was emptied, we left the cabaret and dropped Moussa home, where this time his young son was waiting in the deckchair, feet barely touching the ground and cradling his own tiny balafon ready to learn the family profession.   


Moussa Pantio Diabaté and sons 2013