At least, it has not been a year. It has been a time away, of course, but looking at the dates gives me some stupid assurance that it really has not been that long. It has not been a year. I know of people who, in the crowding madness of busies, have abandoned their blogs for over a year or even longer than that yet here, for me, I have beaten them. It has not been a year. I am writing while listening to Lulu’s three new songs: N’dzalera, Kukhululuka and Mtima wakana . They are on repeat, in that order. Now, I have a soft spot for music. Good music and not just any other collection of noise and nonsense being labeled as music. I remember Lulu from the time he entered the music scene: a young man who had the potential yet in my eyes had not the charisma to mark himself out of the ordinary. At that time, Lulu appeared as one who could make music yet, for whatever reason, had decided to use a wrong genre for the local audience: what now is termed as urban music bu
...writings and recollections; thoughts too.