If I tell you I do not think the next Safaricom Jazz Festival will be amazing, I will be lying. Because this last one taught me to hold my reservation off, and just show up to enjoy the music.
The day he arrived at the centre, there were no saxophones to play. Observing his crestfallen face, the music teacher quickly suggested that Mandla try his hand at the trumpet he had in his car. Mandla remembers thinking – a trumpet? What am I going to do with a trumpet? It only has three buttons! But these buttons were his only options, because if he didn’t take up the trumpet, he would have to wait for another six months for a saxophone to be available. Above all, the love was for music, regardless of where it was coming from. And so, he took the trumpet from the boot, wiped it down, and begun his musical journey.
Sometimes I think about them, you know? The other half of my family. I think about the ones who left and wonder about what they’d think of us now.
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The last time I was in Kisumu I went to our place in Ukweli. There is nobody there these days. Everyone moved to Nairobi. Now…
The band holds the penultimate long note, the drummer breaks, a 4 bar cadenza and the rhythm section does the last hit. We are done…
“Without music , life would be a mistake” – Friedrich Nietzsche *** Princess Jully. There is an old Benga song by this mama. For the life…