In September 2009, Jeremy Xido, a New York-based filmmaker, went to Angola with a colleague and two hand-held video cameras to research a film he hoped to make about the reconstruction by the Chinese of the Benguela railroad, a major artery that once stretched 1,000 miles from the Atlantic coast through the belly of the country into southern Congo.
The railroad was built by the British, over three decades starting in 1902, to get at the copper deposits in the Congo and Zambia. It was destroyed during the 27-year-long civil war that followed Angola’s independence from Portugal in 1975. Soon after arriving in Huambo, a city in west-central Angola that had been a key hub on the railroad, a chance encounter in a café touched off a chain of events that led Xido to a very different story, one he never imagined.
JX: Café Imperial is the only place in Huambo where you can get a good cup of coffee, and I had taken to starting my days there. One morning, I walked into the café and this guy I recognized as the boyfriend of Sonia, the woman who had helped me get situated in Huambo—sort of my fixer-lite—waved me over to his table. We introduced ourselves, and I told him what I was doing. His name was Wilker, and he said he was a musician. I asked what kind. “Death metal.” I’m sorry, what? Wilker was probably 28 or so, and he was in jeans and a blue oxford. It didn’t say death metal. I later learned that his day job was in IT; he was helping set up the voting systems for the upcoming election, the first democratic election they’d had in, like, 20 years. I said that he had to play for us, and he got very excited that I was interested. I didn’t know it then, but even though rock music has a rich underground history in Angola, going back to at least the ’80s, it generally isn’t popular. Some even consider it demonic. So for Wilker, it was rare that someone was actually interested in hearing about it. He said he would find someplace to play for us.
The performance happened at night, lit by the headlights of an SUV, in an orphanage that Sonia ran on the city’s outskirts. As Wilker plugged into a small amp and began to play, the kids from the orphanage emerged from the darkness. He played uninterrupted for about forty-five minutes while Xido filmed in the dim light. He was mesmerized.
JX: We invited Linda, this Chinese translator who we had met in Huambo. She and her driver picked us up and we followed Wilker out of Huambo to this neighborhood that seemed to have no electricity. I didn’t know what he meant by “the orphanage”; I thought it might be a club or something. The road was very dark but as we passed you could see it was very busy, there were people everywhere. Eventually we went through this gate and parked in a courtyard.