umoja: spirit of togetherness
written: 12:04 a.m. on Monday, Oct. 27, 2003

A sudden burst of movements, fluid and smooth as liquid, and an assault of the senses when music and rhythm erupts in a magnificent clap, like thunder. Contrary to Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, this is foreign territory.

A sea of ebony faces, and I feel like a visitor to Huxley's Savage Reservation. But when the first note of eloquent nightingale's lilt drifts dreamily into my ears and my consciousness, it all seems normal, somehow.

It is beauty, a kind of strange, primitive beauty that enraptures and captures and captivates even the most uncultured eyes, crude vulgar ears. South Africa is more than plain apartheid.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010