Was a sort of
an interesting Sunday today. We
went to visit one of the local Xhosa churches this morning, really because
Robin (and me) was interested to see the kind of message that got preached
there.
We first weren’t sure exactly where to go, but eventually found the place, a newly built mud-brick 8corner (octagon) house with only very few chairs and no people at first. But we were assured that we were at the right place. We were received very warmly and soon the women started singing so we joined in.
Now that’s one
thing about the Xhosa people. They
know how to sing and generally most people have very strong voices and just
about anyone can lead a song.
Also, the songs they sing are quite easy to learn and very repetitive,
so you can catch on rather quick.
Whereas us, white people, do not have such strong voices, well only some
do, and the songs we like to sing are a bit more complicated, we really need to
see the words on paper most of the time.
So there we
were, there weren’t a whole lot of people and all we were doing was
singing. (The pastor was running
an hour late). So, as I suspected,
it was not that long before they asked us if we had any songs to sing (looking
straight at me). Now I know that I
do have a few talents, but however much I enjoy music, singing unfortunately is
not one of them. But I knew it
would just be insulting if I refused so I got up and tried my very best with
Jabulani Africa, which not a single other person knew. I have good memories of teaching this
song to the kids in Zambia and they were still singing it when I returned a
year later, but here it didn’t seem to go down all that well. I guess every one just felt a bit too
much put on the spot. Anyways,
glad my turn was over. Robin did
much better with her kids songs with actions and Matthew 19:26 song, With God
all things are possible.
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