Kabushenga’s Thoughts
A Tribute To Moses Matovu
& Alex Mukulu
Our ancestors can sometimes have a cruel sense of humor. It would have been laughable if it wasn’t doubly tragic. Moreover they do it with grim delivery. As if to remind us of their power over our fate. Mostly by their methods or timing of our departure, since the end is itself pretty obvious. It is the how that can never be scripted. However much we play God, they elbow us about our mortality & its human foibility.
I used to joke that in African tradition lore, a “chief” does not go alone to the other world. He must have an entourage. That is why they used to be buried with their possessions including servants, many of them alive. Otherwise why would two giants of our national creative arts, Alex Mukulu & Matovu depart for the next life together with such perfect timing, to bring the curtain down on a pioneering era of our local arts and theatre?
We knew each other with Matovu from afar. With Mukulu it was from my previous life on Kampala drama scene in my younger days. I will not purport to speak from the personal but rather share how I experienced them. If only to add perspective to the current conversation that has quickly become salacious.
If like me, you grew up on Radio Uganda & its days as the sole broadcaster, you were raised on the sound of local artists with groups like Rwenzori, Abafumi and of course Afrigo. Names like Robert Serumaga, Jessy Kasirivu, Philly Lutaaya, Hadijah Namale, Peterson Mutebi, Jimmy Katumba Hope Mukasa, and I can go on, loomed large. This was the origin of Matovu & Mukulu.
To understand this you need to find the work of Dutch filmmaker and journalist, Michiel van Oosterhout. He did a 2019 documentary on the tragic real-life story and love triangle involving Ugandan musician Jessy Gitta Kasirivu, dancer Sarah Kyolaba, and dictator Idi Amin & wrote a book, The Soul of Uganda Through Song, recounting the history Uganda's modern music sound.
I choose two events that etch the memories of Mukulu & his contemporary Matovu. In the case of Alex it was his epic theatre production, “30 Years of Banana”. It was (Wole) Soyinkan in its expression & breaking of ground. Then when everyone had forgotten him, he returned in 2007 with a world class production for the opening ceremony of the 2007 Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting in Kampala, Uganda.
For Matovu, it was two stage appearances with big African musicians. In another time & country he would have been way ahead of them. But alas, he settled as a guest appearance. The first was at Lucky Dube’s first concert in Uganda at the then Nile Hotel in 1995. Afrigo was the curtain raiser & one of the songs performed was a famous American jazzy song called Fever. While he played the sax & Joanita was vocalist, he would cut in with his own rendition of the song in Luganda. I got got goose bumps. That was 30 years ago. In 2018, Manu Dibango, the Cameroonian jazz great of Soul Makossa fame came to Uganda for a concert with Isaiah Katumwa. At the end they did a rendition of Hugh Masekela’s Grazin’ in the Grass. They had promised us that a mystery third act would be joining. Then Moses Matovu came out blasting away his saxophone. The hair on the back of my neck stood. It was that mind blowing a performance.
Now both of them are gone. Just like that. Anyway, Mukulu & Matovu, thank you for the music. Now rest in peace