SOMETIMES, I wonder if I am the only one who gets disgusted by what I hear on radio, more so, Hot FM.
Well I know, I’m not. But the deafening silence that counters (or not) the noise that radio station makes is a tsunami or cataclysmic disaster that washes away at our porous social and moral fabric. But how does a radio station like this that plays such debauchery top the market survey for listenership? What does that say about us as a people?
There is a government office responsible for issuing a licence for operating a radio station. There must be. Radio Kilibwi is no more because of political stronghold that suffocated it to death. Remember the weather system Debbie and the informative role that this station played? But I travel the public minibuses and Hot FM system seems to be a favourite. Even now they’re hitting my air waves. Yes I am on a bus. And it was on a bus a weekend ago that my dislike for Hot FM was cemented. My ride was about an hour’s journey. In fact, in a few minutes, I would have been changing buses and making that journey again.
Lord, I prayed that I would not have the good fortune to have to listen to them again. For God’s sake, I had not had a proper breakfast and I get nauseated on long drives on a malnourished stomach, and typing on my cellphone worsens the situation.
But back to last weekend. What passes for music these days is nothing but noise and Hot FM plays a lot of it. But I was wondering whether to be vexed with Hot FM or the local artistes who make the songs they were playing. The songs are lewd. They’re raw. They are bereft of any form of creative treatment like a Sparrow’s “Congo Man”.
All the songs that I listened to were laced with sexual innuendos: “what you need is that shot.” “I put it dere, she put it out.” “Whine your waist in that position.” And that is all I heard for the greater part of an hour. It made me want to vomit. So then, I am not baffled by the embarrassing behaviour of our young in public. They pelt curses, left, right and centre at each other, have the most outrageous discussions in the open and parade themselves and their pornographic pictures and videos because weed is their best friend.
Driver, what station we’re listening to?
“Hot FM!”. Thank God his volume was low.