Skinny Ma Linky Longlegs. A weird title for a song, isn’t it? I remember my mom singing this song with us in the car after she had fetched us from school. We would sing the chorus with her in full gusto on the way home. What fun!
I am sure my mom learned this when she was a child. Now I have fond memories when I think of it – memories of trips home after school, and of my sister about whom we sang this song. I wonder if my mom and my sisters remember this song.
What do you think of this unusual song? Have you heard it before?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2017
(This post is a response to Hugh’s challenge to share an unusual song.)
In July of 1989, I took an aeroplane for the first time and left my country of birth, South Africa. I took the trip with my uncle and godfather, my sister, and my cousin. The four of us had planned an adventure with my uncle taking the lead. The destination? Mauritius – the island where my dad, my uncle and many relatives had been born. For him it was a trip back to his birthplace; for the three of us it was a trip to discover the place where one of our parents had been born.
The 10 days we spent together on the island were magical. We had a lot of fun and made many memories. I got to spend time with my godfather (whom I loved a lot), and I got to know my cousin even better. It was a time before I graduated from university as a teacher, and a time when my sister had been working for a year. We spent moments on the beach, shopped in Port Louis, and met my cousin’s grandfather who took us to so many places in his old car (which broke down a few times!).
For our holiday, my uncle had booked a bungalow which was near one of the big hotels along the Mauritian beach. At night we would head over to the hotel to drink cocktails and dance to the music played by the DJ. At that time there was a song we loved to dance to – a song that was not being played in South Africa at that time.
While dancing to Gimme Hope Jo’Anna by Eddy Grant under the warm Mauritian skies, I could not understand why such a catchy tune was not being played on South African radios – especially as his other songs were being aired. It was only a few years later when I was able to listen carefully to the lyrics, did I understand why it had been banned from the country. It was a song against Apartheid, the government of South Africa, and the people who ran Johannesburg.
Knowing the meaning of the song’s lyrics, however, does not change the pleasant memories I have of the time I first heard and danced to the song.
Do you remember hearing this song? Where was the first time you listened to it?
(This post is linked to Hugh’s 51 weeks: 51 favourite songs from the past. Join us with a song of your own.)