Categorizations exist everywhere. Age. Gender. Blue collar jobs. Developing countries. Wack rappers. They exist everywhere. Sex too – is put in boxes. There’s breakup sex, there’s new love sex, there’s after-shower sex, there’s I’m being extra nice because I’m about to do something you don’t agree with sex. There’s unemployed dude sex (thanks twitter, what would I ever do without your timely wisdom?) There’s all types of sex. And, thanks to Wiyaala, I now know of Village sex.
The song starts like a tease. – a riveting strum that slides down to make way for Wiyaala’s soothing soulful hum – and then – a rhythmic cadence that softly lands on percussion, which drowns on – eases out, and then it starts all over again. This is where I realize that the beat of this song is modeled after sex. I’m going to have to repeat that. The beat of the song is modeled after having sex. Surely, I’m not the only one who is blown away by this?
The song is executed in a way such that the beginning of the song (both vocals, delivery and production) alludes to foreplay, and then the tempo picks up to match a back and forth groove. If that’s not accurate, I don’t know what is. Just perfect.
And we haven’t even gotten to the lyrics. The song is in Sissala, but Wiyaala was kind enough to add an English translation and I just want everybody to know, that, an indicator of a good song, is when its first line translates to:
Wow! Kantinbajaga is vibrating because of vagina
Village sex is a very beautiful unapologetic sex song. I love it especially because she didn’t try to use a word to tone down or disrespect the word vagina. She didn’t use “down there” or “coochie” or “Jerusalem gates”. It was Wia. Vagina. Can I get an Amen?
Also, in the history of opening tracks for albums, THIS is an opening track. This post is about Village sex , but I can’t end it without mentioning her rendition of Osibisa’s Woyaya on the same album – Sissala Goddess. It is both inspiring and interesting to me, that the same song, sang by different people can deliver different messages. The timbre of the voice, the choice of instruments and delivery on both songs give different vibes. . The original Woyaya by Osibisa sounds like a triumphant hope – a “yes we can” kind of vim. And Wiyaala’s Woyaya is a prayerful “face-lift”, easing you into the kind of rest you take just before you prepare for a work day.
Written by @asantewawith1a
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