I was flipping channels when I came across Lady Smith Black Mabazo on Austin City Limits.
I was immediately drawn into the dreamscape of their rich melodic voices. I could feel that hot African sun on my skin and I could smell the pungent tang of its soil in my nostrils.
The experience was amazing on so many levels. I realized in the blink of the eye that I felt this almost unreasoned connection to Africa. I knew in that moment that everyone should feel that way because this is where we all began. It is the cradle of life - or perhaps more correctly the womb.
Is that why we have such a troubling connection, such a terrible history with Africa? Do we only see the darkness and not the light?
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