I meet a 7 year old boy who tells me he is Muslim. He has special spiritual sight. He sees a spirit in me which he tells me about. Because he can see it, shows that he has this spirit also.
I'm with Cecelia. We are playing some Zimbabwean music. I know how the music goes.
The song is called vamwe vana, the children of the others. I get emotional. I am on guitar. I can't play the song without crying. She notices my emotions and says what's up. I say to her, it's so difficult to play zimbabwean music without getting emotional. She says she understands. Now we listen to some chiwoniso.
The song I have in my head is the same one she puts on. I can hear how the part goes and I start to play it on this new mbira.
She says my block is in dancing. I need to work on this.
The song is like rebel woman. It has this descending base line.
Mum. Kneeling at the Hawthorne. Picking things, walking Church. Sleeping.
Joe.
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