What does it mean for me to make African music? Is it delivering on diatribal rhythmic sensations in African dialects? Is it the incorporation of cow hide, acacia bark and cowrie shells into the enveloping instrumentation on the track? Is Africa merely the sum of her languages, flora and fauna?
In my sight, Africa is the experience of my struggle....the space of my labor pangs and so the place of my birthing. Africa is the voice of my calling through darkness and mist into a place of great clarity. Africa....the great inner grappling where deep wrangles with deep....the journey of my salvation, the sound of redemption of mind, body and soul in totality.....the fulcrum where the Great Counsellor centrifugally engages beings of a created order.
And that is the Africa in my music.
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