Mr Mo is always full of life and laughs, always brightens up the room and your world, and leaves you feeling bigger and better and somehow fuller, that’s the magic of this guy, and that’s why I call him an artist. The music and the melody, that flows naturally from his soul… he was born to shine, a legend… an urban legend.
Happy-sad goodbyes, and some parting words and inspiration that we wanted to share with everyone… heres to the dreamers and the dream chasers.
Along the way we met some truly gifted musicians, we encountered the Baha’i Youth on the beach singing:
Fear not abasement, be not sad if poverty overtake thee, for Glory shall one day rest on thee… These fruitless strifes and wars will pass a away and the most great peace shall come, so shall it be”
Dominique Sylvester singing about inner peace:
When a thought of war comes, oppose it by a stronger thought of peace, a thought of hatred must be destroyed by a more powerful thought of love!”
Hailey Fudu sings:
Oh son of Being, thy heart is my home. Sanctify it for my descent. Thy spirit my place of revelation, cleanse it for my manifestation… thy heart is my home.”
Then an instrumental piece by Lukasz Staszak in the Drakensburg mountains, followed by the lovely Dani Nieuwoudt who advises us to:
Stop trying, stop meaning to try, just be… oooh so many things that you could do, it’s true, don’t you realise how beautiful you are just being you!”
Then an unforgettable concert, Matthew Mole singing:
Take away this fear and I’ll turn it into something I can use, and if I’m clear then you’re never gonna bring me down again, never gonna bring me down again. And if you would let me try a little harder then I’ll show you, we were made to play a part so much bigger than you thought, until the end.”
Everything is getting better and better, better and better
Better and better and better
Lets just take a little time to heal
Take a little time, take a little time
Take a little time”
I’m knocking on your door, I’m not afraid anymore,
cos i’m hoping that i’m already, your everything…”
During cooking time in the communal kitchen at Bulungula Backpacker we made a friend, Mbali Marais, and Jasmine made fast friends with her impish companion, little Sepinkosi. We told her our story and she told us hers, and she offered to do a healing ceremony for us, at the place where the river flows out into the ocean. It was kind of a letting go of the wounds, letting go of the pain and grief after our baby boy, Rohan’s passing, and speaking to him, and speaking to all our ancestors. Mbali explains about the Ancestral Legacies, the primordial wound oscillating down the generations.
One Saturday while we were still at Bulungula, we saw this group of youngsters with ze Germans, Paul and Mauritz, and herd them spitting verses in the store room. So I myself to them and offered to produce a song and music video for them, and they came to see me a little later, and I checked my laptop for a beat that they liked, and then they practised a little while I set up, and we came up with a chorus together, based on what their rap was about, and then we recorded vocals in about an hour – they were very well rehearsed. Then we went around the village recording video in a few locations. This took about an hour, and then i went back to our rondavel and worked through the night and by the next afternoon it was done and they all came back to Bulungula to see it, and they were blown away! They loved it! It was so much fun, and such a pleasure to bring so much joy to these young poets. “I believe, you believe, we believe, in me!” by Killer Masterz and Double Dragons
We were really inspired by Mo and Paul, two German youth, who spent there gap-year volunteer teaching at the local primary school, in Elliotdale, facilitated by the Bulungula Incubator and village. We were also inspired by founders of Bulungula Backpacker, Dave and his wife, and the amazing gift they have given to the village, and the excellent management of the place by the local people, who have pulled together to offer a unique travel cultural experience.
Reprocessing Traumatic Memories
with Anna Nieuwenhuis
at Bulungula Backpackers, E-Cape, South Africa
Towards the end our stay, we met two lovely, friendly Dutch ladies who were touring South Africa, and during cooking time in the communal kitchen, we became friends and discussed recipes for adventure and healing. Jill was very talkative and musical, Anna was more quiet and I assumed that she didn’t speak much English, but when I discovered that she was a Psychologist, I persuaded her to talk a bit on camera, and I was surprised by how articulate and knowledgable she was about the subject nearest and dearest my own heart, how to heal from trauma. I love how she talks about reprocessing memories to remove the intense emotional charge from them, I love how she talks about everything to do with trauma; the effects, the symptoms, and the healing process and treatment!
The best thing about staying at a backpacker, especially one as remote and rustic as Bulungula, is the interesting, amazing, cool people you meet, getting to know them, and their stories, and having long meaningful chats about whatever. Vita and Francesco were on an adventure of their own around the entire south coast of Africa, part of it on bicycle. We really connected with them and took our meals together and talked endlessly, and just before they left I asked Vita to tell us abit more about what she does back home: What is Music Therapy and how can it help with healing Trauma?
Music was what kept me almost sane, growing up. I loved all kinds of music, but I would say that Rock, Raggae, and Trance always found a way to lift my spirits, and guide me. For the longest time music really was my religion. And then learning to play the guitar wasn’t easy for me, but I stuck with it, and eventually it became a way for me to express myself, to be creative and artistic which was what my soul yearns for, and to find away to transmute my wounds and the tight anxieties into beautiful words and sounds… the songs of my heart came pouring out.
We got Jasmine a little ukelele that fits her perfectly and I try to encourage her to play, but not push her but just let her take it at her own pace. She loves to sing and make up her own songs, no encouragement needed on that score (at times we have to ask her to calm down) but sometimes she comes up with these spontaneous truly inspired pieces, and towards the end of the video is one of those: “take a little time to heal” she says.
Somewhere along the way, on our escapade up to the top of the Hogsback mountains, we got a nail in our tire and so we had to get down to East London to repair the flat tire, and get the car serviced. We stayed at Areena Backpacker and ventured into East London to do our dirty work, and to pick up some art supplies. While driving around looking for the art shop we came across Marlene Neumann’s fine arts photography gallery and since we were really getting into photography and videography, we decided to check it out, and we were pleasantly blown away to find such a rare gem, and treasure chest of wisdom about all things artistic, photographic and spiritual.
Marlene has a unique way of expressing her art and self through her lens and dark room. She captures the way something makes her feel, and then she takes it into the dark room where the artistic process continues to bring out the nuances, and numinous, that was not obvious in the mere capturing of light frequencies. It’s all heart with Marlene Neumann, and she kindly allowed us into her space, and world, and this has really deeply inspired and influenced our approach to our own artistic expression, and healing process. Marlene’s advice to us is to “Look Inside!” She says that “within you, you will find all the answers that you need.”
“Remove the mask of life and enter”
This line and the sculpture that followed it, did something to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, it was captivating and arresting. I was artistically arrested. As we meandered through this mythic fantasy world we were charmed, enchanted as we discovered hidden pixies, and sprites, dragons, elves and fairies. Jazzy loved it. Well she had a fall right at the beginning and so she cried and then her mood was gone and then we had a fight and our moods were gone, but after a while we were mesmerised back to our senses. Jazzy’s imagination was ignited and she was making up stories and games, and then we had a nice brief chat with Patrick, the creator sculptor.