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slave trade’s Middle Passage — issued a profound sound reminiscent of a midnight pack of hyenas or a long-abandoned slide guitar: beauty relayed in sonic hues.

I played my album for weeks when we were expecting our boy, two tough years ago. This is the story of a distant people with a mystic closeness to Africa, a people who birthed a music expression that inspired a film, which influenced the ritual of naming a boy who is intensely a part of me forever. These are ruminations I will fight eventual memory lapse to beguile him with, again and again. Ingom’ emnandi ’ya phindwa!