In the beginning….
The artist is the gentle sound and music rennaisance man, technical guru, Fofo Kaje. He took ambient sounds from my wanderings, conversations and encounters, blended them, and then composed a song for the vision (in two days.) Here it is; Mouvement de Kin (Kin vibe), and the song made for the Kinshasa Pilgrimage titled Tango ekoki.
2010 World Cup Pilgrim | Mutterings from Kinshasa | Protestation—When I think football, I see Rugby…and Water polo | Anyway….
Whatever happened to Bula Matari?
“the savage only respects force, power, boldness, and decision.” Henry Morton Stanley, 1841–1904
HMS, I presume?
Echoes of Shelley’s Ozymandias which at some point in my bewildered youth, an English teacher made/helped me memorise:
“I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away”
What lessons for a would-be pilgrim…(after the schadenfreude feeling which is also now in the company of giggles) uhm, uhm…