the chord that struck

 

You know i never used to understand people who can listen to music they can’t understand but i must say. Now I do. I grew up listening to my father play lingala which i regarded as blatant madness because i knew he didn’t speak any French much less lingala so I thought he was deluded. He must be. Right?

It is time for me to eat humble pie because i definitely get it now.I don’t understand a word of ‘Tajabone’ but i understand it not in my mind but in my soul. I welcome all of you especially those who can’t understand the lyrics, understand not with your mind but with your soul.

Music is understood in the soul not the mind.

 

the cracked road

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Ev’r seen a shattered road,

that knew no footsteps,

no train tracks,

and with all that tarmac,

all that murram,

it never knew the single touch of a wheel,

no skid marks,

not even those ugly oil spills,

oh how it begged for just a toe print,

until it turned on itself,

from the inside out,

shamefully exfoliated itself,

from the skin of the earth,

irking all of the lands,

the stones and sands alike,

oh all to the destinations it did not guide,

all the pedestrians it did not tread,

all the still born development that never made it full term,

this is the road not taken,

beware,

it goes nowhere,

walk not with it.

children were warned not to whistle at night for fear of evil spirits. Dangerous animals became far more sinister and uncanny in the dark.A snake would never be called by its name at night.It was called a string.

Things Fall Apart

Chinua Achebe

truth apirin

Rejoice at the wretched imperfection of thy self, it is the only original sin that grants you your own potent capacity for transcendence. Only beings inept of grandiose perfection can transcend their inherent pauperism and claim the throne.