Old, overcrowded and unsanitary, the maximum-security Zomba prison holds murderers, robbers, rapists — and Grammy-nominated singers.
In
a makeshift studio near a carpentry workshop, 14 prisoners and two
guards recorded an unusual album of lessons and loss, sin and
forgiveness. Now it is going up against the works of well-known
performers in the world music category, earning the small, impoverished
nation of Malawi its first chance at a Grammy Award, which will be announced Monday night.
“Many
people across the world who had never heard of Malawi are now saying,
‘There’s a country called Malawi!’ ” said Chikondi Salanje, 32, who is
scheduled to be released in August after serving five years for robbery.
His song, “Listen to Me,” advises children to heed their parents — something, he added, he had failed to do himself.
Produced by Ian Brennan, an American who has wandered the globe in search of original music, the album, “I Have No Everything Here,”
has been an unexpected boon for an overlooked nation, and even more so
for its penal system, long criticized for its sometimes cruel
conditions.
The
music, often observations about problems afflicting African societies,
also offers insights into the lives of its performers, like the three
sisters who sing of the killing that brought them to Zomba to serve life
sentences.
“I
am alone at the wide river/and I have failed to cross it,” sings the
oldest sister. “When I was doing things secretly/I thought that no one
was watching me.”
It
was seven years ago, in their village in this southern African nation,
that the middle sister came home with her 11-year-old daughter from a
Pentecostal prayer meeting. Suddenly, she screamed that a demon had
taken over her child and started hitting her with firewood.
“She
begged us: ‘Help me. If the demon rises up, it will hurt all of us,’ ”
the older sister, Rhoda Mtemang’ombe, 44, recalled in an interview in
the women’s ward. “I started beating the girl.”
The
younger sister appeared. Then, according to conflicting accounts, she
either walked away or grabbed dry grass from a thatch roof to help set
the child’s body on fire.
“Jealous
Neighbor,” written and sung by Elias Chimenya, 40, a convicted murderer
with an ethereal voice, tells of the tensions between individual labor
and communal spirit in his village. When he enjoyed a good harvest,
jealous neighbors invariably asked him for a share. When he refused,
they accused him of being selfish. “Who does this man think he is?” they
would say to him.
“I
sweated for what I had, so they have also to work and sweat to have
theirs — that was my song’s advice to those who are jealous,” said Mr.
Chimenya, a slight man with an infectious smile. “It’s a big problem,
not only in my village but in other villages and towns.”
Mr.
Chimenya has been serving a life sentence here since 1998. He was
convicted of instigating the killing of an aunt during a family meeting
intended to resolve a squabble over land.
One
of the two guards, Thomas Binamo, 42, who has worked at the prison for
two decades, also wrote about jealousy, as a corrosive and sometimes
deadly force in society. His composition, “Please, Don’t Kill My Child,”
perhaps the album’s most haunting track, is a plea against a peculiar
crime in Malawi: the jealousy-fueled killing of children.
“Some
people get jealous and they can think of killing someone’s child
without any reason,” Mr. Binamo said. “It is a problem in our
communities. People get jealous. Maybe he’s better educated. He’s
earning more. He’s doing better.”
“So I’m saying: ‘Don’t kill my child. This child is mine,’ ” he added.
Mr.
Binamo, who had his own band outside prison, started teaching inmates
music in 2008. Prison officials bought instruments and created a studio
in the men’s workshop area. A band was formed, initially with the
purpose of spreading AIDS prevention messages through songs, said Little
Dinizulu Mtengano, Malawi’s chief commissioner of prisons, who directly
oversaw the Zomba prison at the time.
AIDS
remains a problem among the staff and inmates at the Zomba prison,
which was built in 1895 during British colonial rule and houses 2,400
prisoners, about triple the facility’s capacity. Malawi’s most hardened
criminals are incarcerated here, but there are also many inmates who
never received proper legal representation or who were simply lost in
the justice system.
“Eighty-five
percent of the prisoners are poor and illiterate,” Mr. Mtengano said,
adding that many were convicted even though they did not comprehend the
proceedings at their trials. Malawi’s main language is Chichewa, but
court proceedings are conducted in English, and interpreters are often
unavailable, Mr. Mtengano said.
It
was in 2013 that Mr. Brennan, the American producer, visited the
prison. Mr. Brennan, 49, a producer for three decades, had found
musicians and produced albums in Rwanda, South Sudan, Vietnam and Malawi
as part of a personal campaign against overly commercialized music.
With
his wife, Marilena Delli, a documentary filmmaker, he traveled back
roads and listened to local musicians, searching for original music from
the margins or, as he said, “voices that are pure in the sense that
they are uninfluenced by anything but the voices of their immediate
surroundings.”
Mr.
Brennan, who is also an expert and author on conflict resolution,
gained access to the prison by offering to give classes on the subject
to guards and inmates. Beyond the existing band, Mr. Brennan recalled
during a return visit here in January, he quickly found talent
everywhere, and began recording.
There
was Stefano Nyerenda, 30, behind bars since 2009 for robbery.
Reflecting on his conviction and the situation in his community, he said
he had an insight: Many women worked hard, starting their own
businesses, while many men wasted their days drinking beer and playing
bawo, a board game.
“It
was a big problem in my village,” Mr. Nyerenda said. “That’s why, in my
song, I advised that men must work with the women to make our village
stronger.”
Written
and sung in Chichewa, like nearly all of the album’s songs, Mr.
Nyerenda’s “Women Today Take Care of Business” goes: “While women are in
salon doing their hair/their husbands are asleep/While women are in the
market selling onions and things/their husbands are sleeping. While men
are awake, all they know is to play bawo.”
Mr.
Brennan went further into the prison, to the small women’s ward, which
recently held 35 women and three children. Unlike the men, the women had
received no instruments or support from the authorities. None
volunteered to sing. They even denied having any songs at all.
A woman named Gladys Zinamo eventually stepped forward.
“We didn’t know what was coming next,” said Ms. Zinamo, now 34. “But I love singing, so I sang.”
Her
song, “Taking My Life,” tells of how thieves took everything in her
home after she was sent here in 2010. Ms. Zinamo was convicted of being
an accomplice in a robbery at the shop where she worked. Ms. Zinamo, who
denied any involvement, was released in 2013.
Other women followed.
The
youngest, Fronce Afiki, now 25, had been convicted with her husband of
killing a relative’s young son. The child’s body had been found along a
river in her village, his neck broken. Ms. Afiki, who said she was
innocent, was released in 2014 after serving only three years. Her
husband remains incarcerated.
Ms.
Afiki composed upbeat songs. In “When They See Me Dance,” she sings of a
village tradition according to which the elders impart advice to
children when they turn 6.
“The children then dance for the elders,” she said with a smile.
Outside
the prison, Ms. Afiki said she now stayed in her home village, a
three-hour trip from here by bicycle taxi through mountainous roads. She
lives with her daughter and son in a small mud-brick home she has built
since leaving prison.
She
still sings. In her latest composition, she said, she gives specific
advice to the girls in her village: If they have a certain talent, like
weaving or making something, they should pursue it instead of falling
for a boy. That way, they can become rich.
The
village children gather outside her home when she cooks or pounds corn.
Or they come after dinner when everyone relaxes before going to sleep.
“I sing that song for the girls,” she said. “They understand.”
Source- The New York Times
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