"Life is the art of meeting", he said that the Brazilian poet, who was walking on a beach more crowded than those in Africa. I look back on the trail left by my pessimism west, parallel to that of the last jumbo that led me to the land of jambo, breathing calmly and the paradox that I would like a showman (much) and culture (Too little) but I do live where it's hard to do. So the field of a thousand other wonderful things, of nice meetings and that bit 'of Europe ed'Africa good passing from here. The Malindi
Music Festival for Children, a creature of another beautiful person who lives here, Tania Miorin, "pasionaria rational" who works for an "en-gi-o", this year for its second edition, I did enjoy. Meanwhile, the link between music and solidarity more than ever is that of children, which are now also "my" kids. Their faces painted during the games of the morning were the same as those of small players who I raise, their big eyes and shelled them attend every day and my daughter Zena Agata you come across with their same smile and enthusiasm. Then there is the strong link with the Malindi District Cultural Association, and Vice President Joseph Mwarandu Baya, who gave me a few weeks ago the honor of Giriama, baptizing Mbogo Kimera. They are the first to take to the stage of the Festival, I'm lucky to be able to present. Underneath that colorful stage, thousands of people and even many European residents. Giriama traditional songs and modern with a hint of bass, guitar and drums that you could hardly see Kakoneni, Marikebuni Kayafungo or where the electricity the night and make the fireflies light artificial breathing is something that is bad, because it comes from kerosene lamps. The solemn voice of Mzee Mboka, reminiscent of a Louisiana bluesman early twentieth century, the hoarse Mzee Tension and sermons blaring of Baya, in their colorful kanga and kikoi, leans into the wind as if they were of the same material. So what if young people understand and appreciate more the rapper Mr.Bado, which incites the crowd, or sgallettata Nyota Ndogo (Stella) that appears even obscene, in a festival devoted to children. Notice the false moralism, the kids here live on their skin every day worse things, to limit teaching that sex is a moment of joy and pleasure, not violence or exchange of favors, it is already something realistically. Here comes the highlight of the show that I am presenting in broken English. The percussionists street slums of Nairobi have brought with them new leverage, small hopping musicians who have more than fourteen years. The ringleader speaks the language of the rods that vibrate on every subject of recycling: cans, water pipes, valves, tanks. And it could not speak otherwise, having a joke of teeth in the mouth. My language struggled against his language toothless. Sounds, colors and joy of who you should shake with as much force and noise as possible off the misery. Arriva Eric Wainaina, the Kenyan singer-songwriter has always been appreciated for its social commitment, his intelligent lyrics trying to stir the consciences of those who still in his head absurd tribal issues. "The ethnic crap should not enter into our social life - he says from the stage - where the politician is elected to serve the citizen, we must judge his actions, not vote for him because he belongs to our own ethnic group. If you need a plumber because the tap loses home, you rely more good plumber and best price or will it only affects your own tribe? ". Wise words and sacrosanct. A realistic speech even if it were true that politicians are the people's interests. But Eric writes, "Love and protest", has two wonderful children that does not cut eyes off him even while doing the sound check and a wife, Sheba, devotedly following her performance. It 'an artist, a man of the new Kenya. It tells us that there is hope for this country. And there it sings. "Sawa Sawa".
Di Paola Turci, I wish I could talk to a music critic, but I can not. And 'friend already, and knew immediately Africa, Kenya, Malindi. Helped by her husband Andrew, who has a nice cheerful nostalgia for Africa under the bark Milanese doc "tired of Milan," she immersed herself in local culture, thrilling visibly when the mAdc sang his "children" in Swahili mixed the dialect Local. Together on stage, sang "Watoto", and was one of the deepest and most significant festival. Emotionally touching its peak with "Redemption Song", a duet with Wainaina, but Paul is driving with his songs. The Kenyans clap their hands, seem to understand. So what if the microphones jump one by one as awestruck by the unusual timing of notes ever heard in the Indian ocean, if you end up in twenty on stage playing percussion colored Juakali the past the only gelatone was like a wand magic to come up with verses of songs, slogans for children and education, harmonies and tongue-twisting rap, in an endless jam session. Education is your right, education is your future.
The secret of life, for me, is contained in the evenings such as this. E 'share a beautiful experience, and awards, and do good, you feel this good bones and blood. How many more people with the same feeling you, you'll have to close.
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