Granite. Jenny Robson

chains of golden sound. It imprisoned me in dungeon walls built of joy. And the rhythmic beat of the drums tethered me to the ground so I could not escape.

      Yes, the music!

      In my home country, music is a thin and dreary affair. It does not touch the soul. For certain, we have our great learning: our astronomy and our mathematics, our libraries bursting with knowledge. And, yes, all this is food for the mind.

      But the music of Zimba Remabwe, that was food for the very spirit! How could I turn my back and walk away? As I could not turn my back and walk away from my friend ReDombo.

      Allahu Akbar.