"When the great court gathered..."

Salia Koroma, M.A., O.R.R.S.L.
Salia's contribution to the cultural heritage of Sierra Leone is a well-established fact today, evidenced by the award of two honours before the singer's passing. The first recognition was a civil decoration, the Order of the Rokel (Republic of Sierra Leone), in the early1980's. A decade later, about two years before his death, Salia was awarded an honorary M.A. by the University of Sierra Leone. In a 1985/86 Government of Sierra Leone publication, Salia Koroma was listed among the 50 people who've contribution to the forging of the Sierra Leone nation and that of a distinct Sierra Leonean cultural identity.
Heady stuff for the nine-year old boy who'd left his native Njaluahun in 1912 in search of a father he believed would enrol him in one of the many mission schools that were sprouting all over Mende country at the turn of the century. For his school Salia was handed an accordion and told to go play for the Samanga, the Worthies of Mendeland.
With a hot warrior in your camp you go into battle without trembling If national and academic honours came late in his life, Salia's unique abilities were recognised right from the start in Mende country itself. And to this day he remains the single most favoured singer. It was quite common to hear contemporaries of the singer, our grandparents who spoke no other language but Mende, say this about Salia Koroma: "But the man knows the Mende language," or "What a clever man." What they noticed in what we thought was old people's music was Salia Koroma's artistic use of Mende, his ability to say so much in a little turn of a phrase. But Salia's primary audience were the chiefs and their courts, whose patronage, it would appear from the internal evidence of the songs, he didn't have to seek. That's how hot an artist he was. But such an evidence would be self-serving, wouldn't it? So we'll quote Gary Schulze who recorded Salia Koroma in 1962 for the Smithsonian Folkway Label (liner notes):

Salia Koroma, a man in his fifties,is one of the best known Mende singers in all of Sierra Leone. His instrument, the accordion, is of western import, but his songs deal with traditional themes of love, war, and death.He often reverts to a classical form of the Mende language not always readily understood by the younger generation.When Salia appears in a chiefdom, people journey from many miles around to hear him. He travels in his own Land-Rover, is in great demand by the Paramount Chiefs of Mendeland, and has made many commercial recordings of his songs, which he composes
himself.

Thanks isn't going to hurt, I'm sure.

Before I put up my next post, thanks are in order for Cocoa at Chocolate On My Cranium. This is a site I stumbled upon (as one often does for so many things on the net), and I've had loads of fun playing around with my site all because of the very excellent and dummy-proof instructions on her blog about customising the look and feel of a blog site. I filched quite a few design ideas from her. Also check out the ladies(?) at Smitten Blog Designs, and the fellow at Instigatorblog.com.

Come Right In...

This blog's finally up and running, and you're very welcome.
I've been working on this site for some time now, fiddling with this and that, all in an effort to come up with, firstly, something visually pleasing. I'm still working on that end (I'm one of the fussy ones).
As with form, so with content. In this instance I wrestled with the precise focus of this blog. Of course I had some ideas as to what I wanted to present, but choosing one over the other was the problem. In the end I've opted to cover a broad range of topics, with a limited focus on Salia Koroma, the greatest poet-musician Sierra Leone has had to date. In a sense, then, this site will be a Salia Koroma Vector.
So this certainly isn't another African music blog; that ground's well covered, thank you, Sir, Madam. And this isn't another public confessional.
This is just the start. I'm hoping this blogging thing will be a long, fruitful (and mostly enjoyable) journey. It might very well turn out to be not unlike the proverbial lorry that plies the route to Kpetewoma, strenuously lurching from side to bone-jarring side as it negotiates the potholes. You might call them craters; I'll call them harmless potholes. Hand your bag, bundle, whatever, to the motor-boy. Hop in. It's very empty now, our Kpetewoma lorry, but we hope to pick up other passengers along the way.
The plan's to give you a post or two each week. Do come back; I'll give you lots of Salia Koroma goodies.
And don't forget to leave your feedback: constructive comments, critiques, etc. If you don't get it, the only feedback I want is the one that feeds the ego you don't know I have. Your scorn, though, you can keep for yourself.

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