By Esther Ng
Although I have lived in Hong Kong for many years, I have only recently began to confront the borders that snake through the world I call ‘home’. The places I frequent and the people I socialise with have mostly been confined to certain quarters and communities within this city. I think to myself as I take the train to Sheung Wan, “This air that I have breathed for two decades… Who else breathes it with me?”
The man sitting in front of the pillar turns around and extends his hand to shake mine. “I’m Kaze,” he smiles. He is a musician who plays the djembe – a type of drum from West Africa – and has come to teach us the basics today. He closes his eyes, gently lifts his chin and begins to slap the drum. He tells us that playing the djembe is a soulful experience. A few of us try to imitate his movements but end up clumsily off-beat. “Your hand must have authority,” Kaze laughingly scolds us, “And sit up straight!”
After an hour of high energy drumming, we crowded eagerly around the lunch table to savour the Congolese food prepared by several women in the African community. There were sweet potato wedges, African donuts, kebab skewers, Soso (chicken tomato stew) and Pondu (cassava leaves and kidney beans). The women had prepared the food in their homes and had taken it all the way from Yuen Long to Sheung Wan.
While I munched through the succulent African donuts, my thoughts returned to Kaze’s enthusiastic teachings. He explained the djembe was played at many occasions, from celebrating harvests and childbirth to mourning at funerals. Above all, Kaze stressed the therapeutic significance of the djembe. He often asked us how we felt after playing the drums. For him, the djembe released the “negative energy” from his mind. Playing the drums loudly energised him and playing it softly with his fingers relaxed him. Kaze also explained it is best to play the djembe with several other drummers so as to encourage harmony and build up energy together.
As I boarded the train afterwards, I thought about the culture and food that was shared to me so freely that afternoon. I wondered to myself, “Would my community share our culture, food and resources in the same way? Or has my community instead sustained those borders and allowed them to solidify?”
坐在柱子前面的男人轉身過來，伸出手來握我的手。 「我是Kaze。」他笑著說。他是一位音樂家，演奏djembe (一種來自西非的鼓) ， 這次是來教我們打鼓。他輕輕抬起頭，閉上眼睛，陶醉地奏起鼓來。他告訴我們玩djembe是一種靈性的體驗。我們試圖模仿他的動作，卻笨手笨腳。 「你們的手太軟了，加點權威！腰要挺起來！」Kaze笑著罵我們。
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