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Acoustic

Oumou Sangaré

NØF.47 — 2020

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This song is about men who make girls fall in love with them with sweet talks and lies. They are womanisers who make false promises to women to entice them and destabilise them. 


Stop lying to me, womanisers; don't mess me about Stop lying to me, womanisers; don't mess me about 

You can have fun and remain serious; love is hard and I'm missing my lover My love and soulmate, I'm thinking of you and feeling heartache
When I'm travelling, I miss my lover and soulmate a lot
When I go to Bamako, I suffer heartache from missing my love and soulmate 


Chorus:
Stop deceiving me for nothing, you are so far away Stop deceiving me, womanisers; don't mess me about 

My little sister, they will tell you lie after lie after lie...
The player will mess with you, give you hope and deceive you
Little sister, he will fool you, fool you and fool you...
He will make you dizzy, mess you around and deceive you, eh!
You will not see it coming!
Little sister, he will fool you, fool you, fool you, fool you and deceive you The player will mess you around, destabilise you and deceive you
He will mess you around, raise your hopes then make you desperate Eh Allah! 

I greet Malians, Sangaré Oumou says good evening to you I greet all men, I greet the womanisers
 Sangaré Oumou say hi to you
I greet all Malians... 


Quit lying to me, don't deceive me; don't destabilise me, player I don't like that 

Stop deceiving me for nothing, you are so far away Stop deceiving me, players; don't mess me about 

You call other people's daughters a whore; do you know what yours will become? Don't call someone else's son a drug addict, as you don't know the fate of your own Don't call someone else's son a womaniser, as you don't know the fate of your own Don't call someone else's son a drunk, as you don't know the fate of your own 

Stop deceiving me for nothing, you are so far away. 

 

 

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Oumou sings here about the family name, which is a very important aspect of Malian culture. It proves a person's bond with an ethnic group and determines their standing in the traditional society. The surname is also the basis of the "Sanankounya", a custom of insulting or teasing someone within your own family or ethnic group, which is a real factor of social cohesion in the Mande area. That is why, a Peulh will not dishonour a Blacksmith and vice versa. People of caste will not shame the noble; and the noble will not insult people of caste. The Bozo will not dishonour the Dogon; and the Dogon will not bring shame on a Bozo. The Soninké will not be disparaging to a Malinké; and the Malinké will not dishonour the Soninké. Oumou also sings about her joy of having friends all over Africa and beyond. 


Tell me about your father’s family name 
My father’s family name is Sangaré, he is a real Sangaré And that has not changed
Tell me about your mother’s family name
My mother’s family name is Diakité, she is a Diakité
A true Fula, and that has not changed
Tell me about your son’s family name
My son’s family name is Haidara, he is a Haidara
A true Sherif*, and that has not changed 


Tell me where your friends are from, where your true friends are My friends live in Senegal, some are from Burkina
I have true friends in Mali and that has not changed
Tell me where your friends are from, where your true friends are My friends live in Niger, some are from Cameroon . 


I have true friends in Nigeria and that has not changed
Tell me where your friends are from, where your true friends are My friends live in Guinea, some are from Côte d’Ivoire
I have true friends in France and that has not changed 

Let me tell the world the party has started The Sanankounya** party has started
In the world and in the great Mali Everyone carries their own identity 


A Numu (blacksmith)*** will never dishonour a Fula and a Fula will not shame a blacksmith
People of caste will not shame the noble and the noble will not be disobliging towards caste people. The Bozo will not dishonour the Dogon and the Dogon will not bring shame on a Bozo.
The Soninké will not be disparaging to a Malinké and the Malinké will not dishonour a Soninké. Everyone carries their own identity 

 

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A daring statement expressing sensual love. The song caused a sensation when it was unleashed into a traditionally conservative society. Its huge popularity showed how the lyrics resonated with Oumou’s newly acquired audience. 


Oh my love good-bye
 

My love, wait for me here, don’t dwell on sad thoughts. 

My love, wait for me here, it is terribly cold.

Yes, the cold is so great.


Oh Lord the cold is bad here.


My friends the shivers of love hurt.


Dear fathers, please excuse me,


Dear mothers, hands on hips, forgive me.


Dear singing griots, please forgive me. 

 

When I say cold, I do not mean the chill of the rain.


When I say cold, I do not mean the chill of the cool season. 

When I say cold, I do not mean the rainy season.


When I say cold, I mean the shivers of love.

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My confident, it is terrible being so close, love is powerful. 

The cold is bad, don’t you know?

The cold is so terrible. 

 

Greetings, Gassama Diabi.
Yes, Gassama 

Diabi, in life we must help each other. 

Gassama Diabi, you give me the support I need. 

 

Son of Massiré Gassama*, I greet you too.


Oh! Son of Awa Doucouré*, I greet you.


Oh! Husband of Aissa Soukouma* I greet you.


Awa Soucko, in life we must help each other. 

Massiré Gassama, life is also full of rejoicing.


And thanks Amady*, you give me the support I need. 

Love those who love you. 

Be close to your loved ones.


Oumou loves anyone who loves her too.


Don’t waste time with trouble makers.


I tell you Gassama Diabi, to become too close is to pity. 

But Gassama Diabi, I ignore fools,
 

Gassama Diabi, I am afraid of this cold, oh Lord.


So, Gassama Diabi, life is also full of rejoicing. 

Gassama Diabi, it’s terrible being so close


Love is so powerful.


Don’t dwell on sad thoughts.
 

My love, wait for me here, the shivering is so strong. 

 

The day I went – oh Lord each to his destiny

I entered my beloved’s room.

He lay silent and still.
 

I put my foot on his, both his feet were cold.


And then, I put my hand on his, his entire body was cold. 

I put my hand on his chest and it was cold 

At last, I put my hand on his stomach,
 my entire body was cold.

Cold with love, this cold heat is too much. 

Love does not stop the arguments. 

Don’t dwell on sad thoughts. 

 

Oh! Good-bye my love.


Gassama Diaby, until we meet again. 

Good-bye my love.


Good-bye my love.

Good-bye my love. 

 

*Cold is synonymous with passion and heat in this song
*Gassama Diabi – a great friend who supported Oumou in the past *Awa Doucouré, Aïssa Soukouma and Awa Souko – Gassama’s wives *Amady – Gassama’s father. 


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Oumou pays tributes here to her mother Aminata Diakité who was also a singer
and who taught Oumou a lot of things. She compares her to a lioness and describes her as
a great singer with an incomparably good heart. The singer praises the woman who would
not hesitate to take care of the poor, the deprived, the sick and orphans.She might have suffered in life,but she always remained dignified and generous with people. She would even take her breast from her own child's mouth to feed other people's children. Oumou also thanks her mother for all
the things she did for her, the daughter. 


Chorus:
 Ah Minata the lioness, there is no one like my mother 


Numu Tènèn’s daughter Minata, the lioness with no equals in Wassulu Madio Salimou’s lioness, you are incomparable Lioness!
Minata Sidiki’s lioness, she has no equals Lioness!
Diakité Sekoba’s lioness, she is incomparable 

Diakité Mamadou’s mother, lioness, she is incomparable Sangaré Faly’s mother, lioness, she is incomparable Lioness! Sangaré Oumou’s mother, the lioness, my mother has no equals 


Sangaré Maissata’s mother, the lioness with no equals Lioness! Diakité Mamadou’s mother, lioness, she is incomparable 

Diakité Bakari’s mother, lioness, Mina is incomparable Lioness! Diakité Benogo’s mother, lioness, she is incomparable 

Ma Sangaré’s mother, lioness, Mina is incomparable Lioness! Ah Minata, you bring hope to the hopeless. Thank you
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Minata, you take care of the poor. Thank you
Ah Minata, you bring hope to the orphans. Thank you 

Hey Minata, you console the sick. Thank you
Ah Minata, you take care of the poor. Thank you
Hey Minata, you take care of


yours and other people’s children 

Ah, my mother used to buy and sell at the market She used to go to Koniakari market
She used to go to markets Kayes-ba



She used to go to markets in Abidjan 

She used to go to markets in Bamako She used to go to markets in Timbuktu Mmm, my mother has no equals 

I sing this part for all the mothers
If your mother does not do something for you
She will do something to you
Numu Tènèn’s daughter Minata, you did a lot for me Solomini’s Mineta, you did a lot for me
Mmm, thank you so much mum 


Minata, you never accepted to betray your dignity in Bamako Minata, you did not accept anything else but decent work Minata who would take her breast out of her own child's mouth and breastfeed other people's children. 

Numu Tènèn’s daughter, thank you for everything 


Numu Tènèn’s daughter Minata, thank you so much Mmm, my mother, my mother, thank you 

 

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In this song, Oumou speaks about death. She laments the passing of Amadou Ba Guindo, member of the Orchestre National Badema and one of the architects of her rise to fame. He had put together a very talented band to accompany Oumou on her first album Moussolou. 

 

O death; O death


Death is so harsh


Death is so cruel


Death who struck down Amadou Ba Guindo 

But death spares no creature 

Nothing can stop it


Not even fame


Or having many children


Great riches and many friends


Amadou is gone


And when I go to Douentza I will not see him again


He will never be seen again in Bamako


In Douentza, Tenin Ongoïna cries for you


Whilst in Bamako, Amadou cries for you


As Adja' cries for you


Your widow Fanta cries for her missing husband 

For Guindo has disappeared, struck down 
by treacherous death


In Bamako your old friend Alou Traoré 
misses you


How bitter is death, how bitter separation


It is hard to break the links (of friendship)


How it is hard to be separated from
 one's people, Guindo


But death spares no one


The Grim Reaper of hope did not spare Amadou Ba Guindo


If it did not spare the Prophet Mohammed


Just as it struck down Amadou Cherif


Leaving his father Bouba in pain


May his soul rest in peace


How harsh is separation, how harsh death


And merciless death strikes without distinction 

Villainous death crouches at a bend in the path 

Lying in wait for us


May God preserve us from it


But death spares no one


It strikes in the prime of life


Perfidious death crouches at a bend in the path 

O death; O death


You did not spare Guindo


No creature can escape you


O death, O death, how you are cruel 

 

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("It's good", although a better translation would be "Ungrateful", as this is the main topic of the song) 

Ingratitude is all around us. Continue to do good deeds, because it is rewarding in the end. Although there will always be people who do not show appreciation for the good things you do for them. There are ungrateful people everywhere: among your neighbours, your work colleagues, in your family, your own spouse. They can easily make you regret your good deeds. But let’s continue to be good to others. 


It is right to do good around


By Allah, it is right to do good around


It is in the conversation of the elders under the tree


There is goodness in the evening conversations of the old women 

By Allah, it is right to spread goodness around 

 

By Allah, it is right to do good around


You may show kindness to someone


But the ungrateful neighbour would not acknowledge it 

You may be good to your brothers or sisters


But the wicked siblings would not acknowledge it


You may do good deeds in your marriage


But the unkind spouse would never acknowledge it


You may show kindness to colleagues at work


But the bad spiteful co-workers would not acknowledge it 

By Allah, it is right to spread goodness around


There is goodness in the evening conversations of the old women What makes me want not to do good around me?


Ungrateful neighbours discourage me from doing good


What makes me want not to do good, brothers and sisters? 

Ungrateful of people make me turn away from doing good


What makes me want not to do good around me?


Ungrateful neighbours discourage me from doing good
It is right to do good around 

 

Chorus:


Ungratefulness is not good at all! 

For Oumou, tell them! Tell them Oumou!


I don’t like ungratefulness a bit


It really makes me want not to do good around me 

For Oumou, tell them! Tell them Oumou!


It goes from house to house


Going here and going there


Going here and going there 

It goes from house to house 

Going here and going there 

Going here and going there 

There goes ungratefulness... 

 

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(Bad millet grains/Slanders) 


«Kounkoun» and «nyènyèn» refer to bad millet and broken millet grains. You can pound rice or millet or fonio to sort out the grains, but not with humans.
Oumou uses metaphors to criticise the slanderers who would happily spread false news
 about you without really knowing you. She sings about the behaviour of bad spouses, malicious travelling companions, ill-intentioned neighbours and members of the family who take part in this game. She asks them to stop spreading rumours and lies. 

 

Chorus:


Please stop slandering me, don’t spread lies about me 

 

People, don’t you know what slanders are?


Good people of Mali, have you not heard the lies?


Don’t you know about the slanders?


My dear companions, these are slanders


They are spread by wicked co-wives


They can be spread by a bad husband


They can be spread by a jealous co-worker


They can be spread by a malicious travelling companions 

Even by an ill-intentioned family member


My dear companions, these are the slanders


You can pound rice; you can pound maize, millet or fonio 

To sort out the grains, but not with humans


A bad neighbour will take you apart by slandering you 

Your wicked sibling is capable of slandering you


Your bad husband will slander you without a shame 

]Please stop slandering me, don’t spread lies about me


I don’t want anyone to spread false news about me 

 

I don’t want anyone to spread false news about me


People of Wassulu, don’t you know what slanders are?


Aunt Mineta, we will talk about slanders in Wassulu


People of Daoudabougou, have you not heard the lies? 

Aunt Mineta, we haven’t talked about the false news


There are so many lies being spread about Sangaré Oumou 

Good people of Mali, please don’t spread these lies


My dear companions, these are the slanders 

 

Please stop slandering me, don’t spread lies about me 

I don’t want anyone to spread false news about me 

Please stop slandering me, don’t spread lies about me 

I don’t want anyone to spread false news about me 

Please stop slandering me, don’t spread lies about me 

I don’t want anyone to spread false news about me 

 

 

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(Support or Protector) 


There’s nothing better than having someone to lean on in life.
When we stand firmly we thrive in life, knowing there's always someone there to support
and protect us. A person, who knows they have support and protection, is afraid of nothing. A confident husband knows quite well he can lean on his strong spouse.
A proud wife is also conscious of the fact that she can count on the support of a loving husband.
A head of state's success is dependent on the support of his fellow countrymen. A
singer is nothing without good musicians. But someone who has no-one to lean on will suffer in life. 


A person who has someone to lean on is full of confidence


A person who has someone to lean on fears nothing


A person who has a solid support is not easily impressed


A person who has someone to lean on is full of confidence
If your “backside” is resting, then you have someone to lean on


A person with their “backside” resting, means they have someone to lean on 

An overconfident husband knows quite well he can lean on his strong spouse 

An overconfident wife is also conscious she can lean on a loving husband 

A head of state can only succeed with the support of his fellow countrymen


A singer with their “backside” resting means they can count on good musicians 

 

A person who has someone to lean on is full of confidence


A person who has someone to lean on fears nothing


A person who has a solid support is not easily impressed


A person who has someone to lean on is full of confidence
If your “backside” is resting, then you have someone to lean on


A person with their “backside” resting, means they have

someone to lean on 

 

A person who has someone to lean on is full of confidence


A person who has someone to lean on fears nothing


A person who has a solid support is not easily impressed


A person who has someone to lean on is full of confidence


If your “backside” is resting, then you have someone to lean on


A person with their “backside” resting, means they have someone to lean on 

Kuy kuy kuy kuy, you have someone to lean on 

Kuy kuy kuy kuy, you have someone to lean on 

Kuy kuy kuy kuy, you have someone to lean on 

 

A person with nobody to turn to will struggle in life


If you have no one to support you, you will suffer in life 

If you have no one to help you, you will struggle in life 

If you have no one to lean on, you will suffer in life 

 

A person with nobody to turn to will struggle in life


If you have no one to help you, you will struggle in life 

If you have no one to support you, you will suffer in life 

If you have no one to lean on, you will suffer in life 

 

Chorus:


If your “backside” is resting, then you have someone to lean on 

If your “backside” is resting, then you have someone to lean on 

If your “backside” is resting, then you have someone to lean on 

 

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(Suicide) 


Don’t kill yourself because of suffering. Life on this earth isnot easy and people will always talk ill of you, no matterwhat you do. If you kill yourself over such things, you willjust leave your loved ones behind in more pain. « I wascalled all sorts of names, but did I commit suicide? Sufferingand pain are part of life. » 


Don’t kill yourself because of suffering


No-one should commit suicide because of pain 

 

My brothers and sisters, we should not take our own lives
because of suffering


My brothers and sisters, no-one should kill themselves


Life on earth is not easy, but-no one should kill themselves


Living among humans is challenging, but don't kill yourself


Today's people are not easy to live with, but don't take your own life 

 

When you succeed among your peers, you'll suffer from their jealousy 

When you become the pride of your mother, your troubles will also start 

When you become the pride of your father, your troubles will also start 

So why would you kill yourself and leave your children in deep sorrow? 

They will be mistreated and be called "sons of a whore" 

Uhumm, don't kill yourself over suffering, because it will not stop 

 

Don’t kill yourself because of suffering 


No-one should commit suicide because of pain 

 

Don't kill yourself over suffering, uhumm


Look at me Sangaré Oumou, I did not kill myself over pain 

 

Yébé, don't take your own life because of suffering


Humm Yébé, you should not take your own life


Madame (Mrs) Cissé, don't kill yourself over pain


Your siblings count on you, please don't take your own life 

Your children love you, don't kill yourself over any kind of pain 

Cissé loves you, please don't kill yourself over suffering 

Your singer Sangaré loves you, don't kill yourself over suffering 

So why would you kill yourself and leave us in deep sorrow? 

 

They will be mistreated and be called "sons of a whore" 


Yébé, uhumm, don't kill yourself over suffering, because it will not stop 

Don’t kill yourself because of suffering 


No-one should commit suicide because of pain 


Seydou, don't kill yourself over suffering


Seydou Kane, please don't take your own life


Seydou of Mabine Alaher, please don't kill yourself over pain


Seydou Kane of Libreville, please don't kill yourself over suffering 

Cissé Ba loves you, please don't kill yourself over suffering


Your siblings count on you, please don't take your own life


Your children love you, don't kill yourself over any kind of pain


Your fellow Malians count on you, please don't take your own life 

Amadou Kane loves you, don't kill yourself over suffering


Uhmm Seydou, no-one should take their own life


You are blessed by Yacouba Kane, don't kill yourself over suffering 

The whole of Nioro town loves you, don't kill yourself over suffering


So why would you kill yourself and leave your children in deep sorrow? 

They will be mistreated and called sons of a womaniser


Seydou, uhumm, don't kill yourself over suffering, because it will not stop 

 

Don’t kill yourself because of suffering 


No-one should commit suicide because of pain 

 

Have you not seen me? 

I did not take my own life 

Have you not heard me? 

I never took my own life 

They spoke ill of me; they said so many lies about me 

But I did not kill myself 

They lied about me being into drugs 

But Oumou did not take her own life 

They lied about me and pornography 

But did I kill myself? 

They spoke ill of me; they said so many lies about me


But Oumou did not kill herself


And why would I kill myself because of suffering and leave you in deep sorrow? 

 

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(The beautiful Mali) 


In this song Oumou invites us to live life to the fullest, because it is short. She asks that we ignore the gossips that can detract us from the path to our success. She has herself been a victim of the dirty rumours several times, but she chose to carry on regardless. And she managed to tour the world, from Australia to France. Oumou also urges her fellow Malians living abroad to return to work there, because Mali is rising. She sings that gold and iron ore have been discovered and cement factories have been opened there, which is a blessing in a country under construction. 

 

Chorus:


Mali is advancing, Malian leaders, Mali is evolving 

Let’s enjoy life, because dying young is a curse 

 

Let’s enjoy life, this world is only ephemeral


Let’s enjoy life, dear companions, life is about having fun 

Let’s enjoy life, because this world is just a tale


Let’s have fun, my beloved friends, life is about having fun 

Because dying young is a curse 

 

Slander cannot kill anyone


It doesn’t stop anyone from doing what they like 

Slander cannot kill anyone


It doesn’t stop you doing what you like in Wassulu 

Slander cannot kill anyone, good people of Mali 

But dying young is a really a curse 

 

Mali has evolved, Maliba has evolved


I call on all Malians, wherever they are


To return home and work for the country 

Factories have opened, cement is being made 

Mali has evolved


Iron ore and gold have been discovered


Mali is developing


All Malians living abroad should come back home 

Mali has evolved

 

Slander cannot kill anyone
If it did, 

Sangaré Oumou would have been gone by now 

Slander cannot kill anyone 


I still went on tour around the world


Touring in Australia, where I found success


I went on tour in France and I found success there


So, slander cannot kill anyone


If it did, Sangaré Oumou would have been gone by now 

But slander cannot kill anyone 

 

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Oumou worries about today’s relationships between humans,as too often they are not genuine. “You may do good for some people, but they will be the first to join your enemies and harm you. I worry for humanity, for there are more hypocrites nowadays. When you give your trust to someone, they will not hesitate to stab you in the back at the first opportunity. Today’s human relationships lack sincerity. “ 

 

Executive production and A&R - Laurent Bizot
Artwork - Jérôme Witz
From a photo by Benoit Peverelli
Graphic design - Element(s)
 
Oumou Sangaré - Lead Vocal
Guimba Kouyaté - Acoustic Guitar  Benogo Diakité - Kamele Ngoni
Emma Lamadji - Background Vocals
Kandy Guira - Background Vocals
Vincent Taurelle - Célesta (1,5,9,10), Organ (2,7,8,9)
 
Recorded by Bertrand Fresel assisted by Philippe Coisne at Studio Midi Live


Mixed by Bertrand Fresel at studio Juno
Mastered by Adrien Pallot at Chab Mastering 


All songs written and composed by Oumou Sangaré
  

Published by Nø Førmat!

En 2017 l'album Mogoya a marqué le grand retour d'Oumou Sangaré après 8 années à la faveur desquelles la chanteuse malienne s'est consacrée en priorité à gérer ses nombreux business (hôtellerie, agriculture, pisciculture, automobiles...). Dans ce disque enregistré entre Stockholm et Paris, entre attachement aux fondements de la musique traditionnelle du Wassoulou, province dont elle est originaire, et déracinement technologique, l'ancienne petite vendeuse d'eau des rues de Bamako, devenue star mondiale et femme d'affaire prospère, communiait à nouveau avec son public, lui ouvrait un coeur toujours aussi ardent, le gratifiait d'un chant animé d'une force vitale intacte.

 

En retour, Oumou s'est vue soudain propulsée dans une nouvelle dimension, celle de la pop culture. Peinte par l'artiste congolais JP Mika pour la pochette, remixée par Sampha, St Germain et autres Malik Djoudi pour l'album Mogoya Remixed, et même samplée par Beyonce (MOOD 4 EVA dans Le Roi Lion), jamais elle n'a paru à ce point éloignée de la terre qui l'a vu naître. Une impression que vient rectifier cette nouvelle version « unplugged » du même album voulue par Laurent Bizot du label No Format, magnifiquement assumée par l'artiste, où l'habillage acoustique des chansons restitue une authenticité que favorise le parti pris du premier jet, de la prise inaugurale, sans filet ni retouche. Soit la vérité d'un instant rare conjuguée à l'intensité émotionnelle qui s'en dégage. « J'ai proposé à Oumou l'enregistrement de cet album, qui est une sorte de 3ème volet de Mogoya, suite au concert donné à Londres à l'occasion des 15 ans de No Format où pour la première fois, quasi sans répétitions, elle a accepté cette formule acoustique très « lâcher prise ». L'espace ainsi créé pour sa voix m'avait beaucoup plu » raconte Laurent Bizot. 

 

Le disque s'est fait en deux jours au studio Midi Live de Villetaneuse dans les conditions du live, ou plutôt celles d'une veillée, sans le confort qu'offre d'habitude pareil environnement technologique, sans amplification, sans re-recording, sans casque d'écoute, chaque musicien se mettant au diapason de l'ensemble tout en lui conférant sa touche personnelle, sa nuance. De cette égalité de traitement découle une dynamique d'ensemble et une chaleur devenues denrées rares dans la musique actuelle. Autour de la voix incandescente d'Oumou se sont ainsi rassemblés dans la même pièce les choristes Emma Lamadji et Kandy Guira, le guitariste Guimba Kouyaté et le fidèle Brahima « Benogo » Diakité, son cousin, virtuose du kamele ngoni, présent à ses côtés depuis Moussolou, première cassette de la chanteuse en 1989. À ce bref équipage est venu s'adjoindre à l'orgue jouet et au célesta, Vincent Taurelle membre du collectif parisien A.L.B.E.R.T qui avait tant contribué à la réussite de Mogoya et qui dans ce contexte strictement africain ajoute une note presque... exotique.

 

Les 9 chansons de Mogoya ainsi revisitées offrent à Oumou l'occasion d'évoquer sans détours, presque à voix nue, cette amère contrepartie à son exceptionnelle réussite que sont jalousies, rancunes et trahisons, tout ce que cette femme trop libre, transgressive et fortunée pour une société africaine profondément conservatrice a enduré depuis tant d'années. Loin d'entraver son élan, cet entrelacs de malveillances semble au contraire l'avoir stimulée, et incitée à renouer avec ce rôle éminent de leader d'opinion, de première influenceuse malienne endossé depuis Moussolou en 1989, cassette vendue à plus de 250 000 exemplaires qui a tant fait pour la cause féminine dans toute l'Afrique de l'Ouest. « Ils m'ont calomnié, ils m'ont attribué les pires défauts du monde » chante Oumou dans Yere Faga («suicide» en bambara), comme pour mieux se présenter en exemple de combattivité et de résilience. C'est de cette lutte sans merci contre préjugés et adversités en tous genres, dont elle est sortie vainqueur, que sont pétris Kamelemba (Play boy), Kounkoun (Mauvaises Graines) Mogoya (les Relations Humaines) et autres Bena Bena (L'ingratitude). C'est cette capacité à se battre, à affronter la souffrance, mais aussi à préserver des liens avec certaines valeurs essentielles de la société malienne (Fadjamou, Mali Nialé), qu'elle exalte dans ces chansons, ici proposées au naturel, sans fard ni surcharge. Un corpus de la volonté et de la revanche auquel elle a souhaité adjoindre deux compositions plus anciennes. Dans Saa Magni elle pleure Amadou Ba Guindo, membre de l'Orchestre National Badema qui fut l'un des artisans de son envol. Quant à Diaraby Nene, l'une des chansons les plus importantes de son répertoire, celle avec laquelle le scandale est arrivé, elle ose évoquer ses premiers émois sensuels. « J'ai écrit ce texte quand j'avais 15 ans, époque où je suis tombée amoureuse pour la première fois se souvient-elle. J'y parle sans retenue des caresses, de mes mains sur le corps de mon amant et des frissons que me procure le contact avec sa peau. » Chose inconcevable dans un monde où la réserve et la pudeur, en particulier s'agissant des femmes, sont de mise. A l'époque Diaraby Nene, extrait de Moussolou, bravait un interdit et faisait apparaître Oumou Sangaré comme une anti-griotte, une révolutionnaire devenue du jour au lendemain si populaire au sein de la jeunesse ouest africaine qu'elle allait pousser son avantage en dénonçant sans relâche l'excision, les mariages forcés et la polygamie, système qui fut à l'origine de l'effondrement de sa famille et qui continue de broyer des milliers vies.

 

Alors qu'elle est devenue une artiste installée, célébrée partout dans le monde, ces différents thèmes Oumou continue de les explorer aujourd'hui avec la même liberté, la même audace qu'à l'époque de cette première cassette sortie voici trente ans. Car c'est bien la battante, l'insoumise, la révoltée que l'on retrouve ici dans ce disque instantané qui, à une époque où la musique est devenue l'otage de manipulations numériques sans fin, apporte une preuve supplémentaire de son courage et de sa générosité. Ceux d'une artiste toujours en devenir, toujours à la pointe du combat pour l'émancipation de la femme africaine, par-delà tradition et modernité. 

 



NØF.36 — Mogoya — Oumou Sangaré

Acoustic