Sega Dance - Mauritian Folklore
As far back as 1768, travellers to Mauritius were bringing back tales of slaves' singing and dancing which seemed to their entranced eyes so different and special.
Bernardin de St Pierre then, spoke of the slaves' passion for music and of the soft harmony of unknown instruments to match songs with every present love themes. Milber, in 1803, spoke of sensual dance steps that clearly show their warm intentions, and Rousselin, in 1860, was one of the many to be inspired to attempt the capture of the atmosphere of slave dancing in drawings.
They had all witnessed the magic of the the black shega dance or music, or as it soon came to be known; the sega. They had all heard the music born of African souls soothed in their lost homelands on rapid drumbeats and pounding rhythms. African souls now caught in an island's fragrance and soft beauty. From this unison came the sega.
The travellers had heard the bobre, the ravane, the maravane and the triangle. New ingenuous instruments never heard before. The bobre is a long wooden bow kept arched over a large gourd-like, rough skinned, hollow fruit (the calebasse) by a vegetal string, this being hit by a stout wooden rod. Its mournful twang has however, sadly, been lost over the years and it is no longer part of a sega music team. The ravane is a hide, pulled taught over a wooden circular frame. Tightened even more to a vibrant limit over a fire-wood flame, and sometimes ringed with bells, it is at the heart of the sega's beat. Its thrilling husky bark is the beginning of the dance.
The maravane used to be a calebasse filled with small stones or dried nuts. The stones or dried nuts have remained but are now shaken in a wooden frame to send dancers on along their catchy beat.The triangle is ever the same metal frame on which a metal rod is beaten, for a high pitched tingling note. The blending of these sounds causes an irrepressible urge to get up and dance.
(The Body Language of the Tropics)
Sega bello by Alain Permal
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Anglais ranne mo mari by Marie Josee Clency
Bouge bouge by Serge Lebrasse
Content mo to content toi by Jacques Cantin
Hortensia by Roger Clency
La Riviere Taniers by Gerard Bergicourt
Maman mo ouler marier by Marie Josee Clency
Maman Bettina by Jacques Cantin
Maman zordi mo aller by Serge Lebrasse
Marsan pistasse by Serge Lebrasse
Missie Coutou by John Kenneth Nelson
Moi mo ene ti Creole by Serge Lebrasse
Mo jouer mo sega by Cyril Labonne
Noir noir by Jacques Cantin
Pas touche mo jouerjouer by Marie Josee Clency
Paul eque Virginie by Jacques Cantin
Reprends mo mari Anglais by Marie Josee Clency
Sega Bello by Cyril Labonne
Trou loulou Maconde by Alain Permal
Zenfants misere by John Kenneth Nelson
The dancing the travellers had marvelled at, is the body language of slaves forgetting, leaving pain and sorrow behind at the end of a hard day's work. Le Morne beach, on the south west of the island is linked to the history of sega. In its legend, the beach is moonlit and cool, a fire burns glowing over the faces, hiding the flaws of the shacks nearby. The dancers wait and watch as the musicians heat the ravane. Maybe some landlords have brought over a few friends from overseas. They too wait to watch. They may even, if they have thought to bring and offer a few rhum caskets, hear their praises being sung in Creole, raucous French cooked in African spices. The songs come straight from the singer's heart. They were in these days, hardly ever rehearsed. One of the best Sega singers of our days, Ti frère, has won his fame for his spontaneity, quite poetic, often saucy!
And when the music is master of all senses, they kneel facing each other and ever swinging, gently lean one over the other, until one's shoulders is grazing the sand. The scene is repeated in all isles of the Mascarenas region. Maybe in Rodrigues the rhythm beats faster, maybe in Reunion the sega has matured into the sultry, slow maloya and maybe in Agalega small sea shells are clapped in unison to the maravane. But all give freedom in the arms of music.
Today, the sega is a sunny girl wearing a brightly patterned long flared skirt with matching top, swinging gaily in a 5-star hotel grounds before laughingly pulling sheepish tourists onto the dance floor to teach them the basics.
Or, today, sega is a jeans clad youth whirling away at a party, a coke can in one hand while his family watch and cheer. The music they dance to comes on the radio, cd or cassette player. Carefully edited sega pieces, with catchy tunes, witty lyrics and electronic music thrown in.
The voice is the same insolent Creole, the rhythm just as enticing. But the spirit hides elsewhere. It hides on quiet public beaches, around an intimate camp fire, where a few friends share a bottle of rhum, quietly warm the ravane and sing words straight from the heart, while a girl dances dreamily, staring at the night sky.
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