I think it was Confucius who said: “if you lend your car MP3 player to your Dutch neighbour it will come back full of white noise, crazy electro-pop, and gangster rap”.
He was right.
Bombing round Opuwo today delivering letters (we can’t go any further because of the fuel card situation) with the windows down (yet another blue-skied perfect day).
NBC decided as it often does to stop playing music and go to some interminable speech by someone or other about key stakeholder involvement so I popped the MP3 in and bumped up the volume.
White noise. Next.
Sounds like modems making love. Next.
“**** my ******* ******* in the ***** and I’m gonna ****** you too ********” blurting out. Nice.
Not my weirdest musical experience here though. Not long in-country I tagged along with some colleagues on a tour of the other districts.
Otjiherero rap was the order of the day and I – foolishly – asked the driver what was being said.
It turned out to be a list of things the singer was planning to do with his other half when he got home and then even more explicitly the things he demanded she did to him.
But the weird bit was the music selection was hardcore Otjiherero rap interspersed with Dolly Parton (which everyone sang along to, except me of course as I’m way too Gangsta for that).