So now I know why I love Biggie, 2pac, Nas, Jay-Z, Philly Bongoley Lutaaya, Tshila, Bobi Wine, Jose Chameleone, Leonard Cohen, 3rd Eye Blind, John Lennon, Moses Matovu, Navio, Jamal, East African Bashment Crew-keep all Goya’s fears on display at bay, dare you to dream for more than you ever hoped, refuse to surrender even with all the odds stacked against you.
IPod your playlist getting you through the day, lunchtime is not too far when you know with the smokers slipping out the building it will be there to carry you till the evening when you can get away once for the night hours that are all yours. Past the shuffle mode chances that you hope will unfurl a song that satisfies the craving of that which you will not allow yourself even think of, though them all is still possibility—you can still say sorry and begin all over, get courage in these walking feet to the person you wronged so badly.
Somewhere in this seemingly childish activity is a deadly seriousness. Music and poems and stories, they tell you, do not change the world. But they are the same people who say there is nothing like the soul or spirit, post mortems have proved it. But you know it’s not true because independence begins in the mind and those ear plugs are not just a fashion accessory for you, they are your secret mass badges of resistance too. You have taken their power and subverted it.
With Biggie, 2pac, Nas, Jay-Z, Philly Bongoley Lutaaya, Tshila, Bobi Wine, Jose Chameleone, Leonard Cohen, 3rd Eye Blind, John Lennon, Moses Matovu, Navio, Jamal, and East African Bashment Crew. You have stopped not just dreaming, you have found your own trenches that will help and even if no one understands right now, it does not matter because you believe in something again. You thought you were broken, you have discovered yourself stronger. Now you know that your greatest victory will not just be refusing to accept what they said was your fate, or enduring, or surviving. It will be thriving and claiming.