Niki Nicholas Nkuna (1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))
No one could sing like Nina
She would walk on her songs
Fast and slowly, sometimes stopped abruptly while on high tempo
Only to walk slowly her voice picking up tempo in ascending order
She would sing soul, jazz and the blues in the same song
That makes her music a piece of ingenuity at a higher level and strange for that matter
Listening to Nina’s songs seemed like searching for a connection all the time
A click of some sort because you want to consummate enjoyment of the music
The grip of the gist is not easy in Nina’s songs
You smell the goodies but the melody jumps like a locust
Only if one listens to the same songs from time to time with a purpose
The beauty of her songs is a mission of discovery
Once you find the grip you never let go
You’d rather wipe the sweat from the brow and enjoy the find endlessly
Her singing presents her as the epitome of ingenuity in music
She imitated nobody but herself, forever singing out of tune
Besmirching other musicians’ songs with mud making them looks dirty
When in fact she’s plucking the song on a queer imagery
That only she can sing it like Nina would sing it
The lyrics would be the same as sung by other musicians
But her singing would be the mud slings that changes the shape
Thus new comers would often scratch their heads before connecting the threads
If you have not yet found the crux in Nina’s songs keep on digging the gold is close by
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