Day one of the Zakifo fest and I believe that it deserves a photo diary.
“I am so emotional right now, Baloji’s music makes me feel like I am under a real trance.” The lady besides me is dancing, almost crying and laughing as she says this, I look over give her the nod (you know the one that says I get you kin), then I look up at the suave Congolese gentleman, trying hard to locate his style of music, it is something between hip hop, Congolese Rumba (maybe kwasa) and Afro beat. He says something over a loud speaker that makes me feel emotional as well; “they call our music (with its djembes, koras etc) third world music, this is not third world music, this is our music.” Our music; this is exactly how I feel about every song that has been performed tonight (Friday 26th), these songs belong to us the songs are ours, we the people of Zakifo, we the Africans, this is home, they are making us remember ourselves, our African-ess, it doesn’t matter what color you are here, we are all in formation, we are Africa.
I have met a fellow traveler and we are Zakifo-ing (its a verb now) together, he says to me; ” we are here to dance, we are here to live, because the people have come far seeking this experience and today the people will have their experience.” Maybe tomorrow I will talk about how King Tha, honored great African women with her performance or how she had us with our fists in the air claiming our Vaginas, our womanhood, an issue so close to my heart as today (Saturday 27th) my city (Gaborone) should be marching to plead with patriachy, with the brokenness in our society to give girls their bodies and their vaginas back, marching to let the people know that a woman owns herself and her body and can therefore wear what ever she wants to wear. Maybe tomorrow I will write about how the legend Ray Phiri mesmerized the crowd by taking us way back then, or even about how embarrassing it is that I have been sleeping on Lu Dlamini and her art, yes maybe some other day I will write to honor the music, but today this space is dedicated solely to how the music made us feel. How we danced, shouted laughed and cried, how we connected with the music and our fellow Zakifians (its a thing seriously 😅😅😅), today its all about how we felt alive under the Durban sky, with the music in our hearts and the smell of the sea on our skin.
Lon live the Music, Because the people will have their experience;
Uhuru, love and Light,
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