Be Cheketa (Cut my breast)
- Authors: Madura Rabecu and G. Coffee , Hugh Tracey
- Date: 1958
- Subjects: Folk music--Africa , Field recordings , Songs, Nyanja , Songs, Chewa , Nyanja (African people) , Chewa (African people) , Folk music , Africa Malawi Kotakota District, Lake Nyasa, Nyasaland f-mw
- Language: Nyanja, Chewa, Chichewa
- Type: sound recordings , field recordings , sound recording-musical
- Identifier: http://hdl.handle.net/10962/153873 , vital:39533 , International Library of African Music, Rhodes University, Grahamstown, South Africa , TR078-10
- Description: There was a man who had no children who frequently went on a journey and when he came back home he used to beat his wife every time with a stick until she sang this song when he stopped beating her, as she was so sincere and honest with him as it was not her fault that she had no child. (Story song)
- Full Text: false
- Date Issued: 1958
Liti (Liti and the graveyard)
- Authors: Madura Rabecu and G. Coffee , Hugh Tracey
- Date: 1958
- Subjects: Folk music--Africa , Field recordings , Songs, Nyanja , Songs, Chewa , Nyanja (African people) , Chewa (African people) , Folk music , Africa Malawi Kotakota District, Lake Nyasa, Nyasaland f-mw
- Language: Nyanja, Chewa, Chichewa
- Type: sound recordings , field recordings , sound recording-musical
- Identifier: http://hdl.handle.net/10962/153893 , vital:39534 , International Library of African Music, Rhodes University, Grahamstown, South Africa , TR078-11
- Description: An interesting melody. There was once a man who said to his wife Liti late one night: "Liti, let me go and I will show you my garden." But it was dark and she could see nothing until they got to the place and there she saw not crops but many old people ghosts and wizards. Ah, she said, you do not show me your crops but your grave yard among the tall trees. So they returned home and the next morning she said she could no longer stay with a husband who did that kid of thing to her. She wanted a true marriage. A strange story. "Liti, nkhakuronga ciwera nkhakurongo ciwera Liti angunena ku Masamo. Liti, madoda ngakhurukana madoda ngachulukana, Him, "Liti, ket me go and show you my garden." Her, when he said his "garden" he really meant "the grave yard." "Liti, the old men are gathered together there, at the grave yard." Story song
- Full Text: false
- Date Issued: 1958