My heart at this thought
Sets the stage for a different show
The setting, not of glamour nor glitter
Not of red carpets, action and no cameras
This is of the simple, vast plains
Under the clear, night skies
Filled with nothing but the flashes of
Non weary, interval limited, starry lights
The winds make their debut
And the shrubs, bushes and trees
In submission join in
Their leaves rub against each other
The crickets step up with the clap clap of their wings
It's not noise, no, it's harmony in nature
As the hornbill join in the melody
The heat from the savannah fire
Warms up the, lizard skin, isikuti
As the crackles from the blaze
Inspire the air
One by one the musicians
Select their choice instrument
The unique, deep and high toned checks
Resonate in every heart
Bare chested, monkey skin laced loins
Chiselled physiques from the land they toil
Moon to moon has every contour been earned
The rhythm starts to fill the air
And the vibration of every muscle
As the drummer technically slaps his drum
The powerful lungs blow the bulls' horn
With every intentional, calculated feet stamping
The shakers tied around the ankles
The orchestral frolic is captured
By the fire flies flashes
Likened to the Grammies
Can only be in the African savannah
It can only be my state
When am with my mama Africa
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