Razbliuto. My Muse Is Dying

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When I was in class 7, I wrote my first rap song. I forgot the lyrics to the whole song, but the first line was “Tunapenda kuruka spika ikiraruka, na ngoma ikishuka tunaimba Kapuka…” it doesn’t make sense now, but when I sang it in front of my class one Tuesday morning when we usually […]


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He picked the plectrum. He held it tightly between his fingers and smiled. The finger tips on his left hand ached from last night’s late night show, but his yearning for music ached for more.He wanted to hold the iron strings one more time. These strings that brought him pain came walking with joy, “Bukaneza”; […]