That's a powerful voice. Amazing. When you know anything about, life in africa and , I grew up in the bushes and cities of nigeria, that is aba, port harcourt and sapele. You can hear exactly, why he is crying out in the middle of the song. The most beautiful country, gifted with nature and people is held hostage on so many lines. I will not go into politics, but readily and easy into tears. The things, I have seen in some years, be it beauty, or cruelty exceed expectations , last for a lifetime. ( The azumini river, sakoba river, I swam in them. I've had rain, so thick , you might have never seen that before. Food, so spicy, it leaves your face red and sweaty. On the other hand people easy loose their live , because of street justice. ) So, I smell plants, see fish, blue water , feel the rain, and have the nicest dish , eaten by hand , in my memory. But the smell of burning rubber tyres, among people, is also mixed in there. Pyres of man, taking ones last breath in petrol fire. And its never easy, being in europe now, leaving the red sands behind. When I hear my couloured friends now, speaking in their nigerian tongue, pidgin around, I suddenly feel home, without them ever knowing, thats because, gues what , I am white . Not beeing anything excited about that fact, why would I. Al these feelings in one song , that is.
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That's a powerful voice. Amazing. When you know anything about, life in africa and , I grew up in the bushes and cities of nigeria, that is aba, port harcourt and sapele. You can hear exactly, why he is crying out in the middle of the song. The most beautiful country, gifted with nature and people is held hostage on so many lines. I will not go into politics, but readily and easy into tears. The things, I have seen in some years, be it beauty, or cruelty exceed expectations , last for a lifetime. ( The azumini river, sakoba river, I swam in them. I've had rain, so thick , you might have never seen that before. Food, so spicy, it leaves your face red and sweaty. On the other hand people easy loose their live , because of street justice. ) So, I smell plants, see fish, blue water , feel the rain, and have the nicest dish , eaten by hand , in my memory. But the smell of burning rubber tyres, among people, is also mixed in there. Pyres of man, taking ones last breath in petrol fire. And its never easy, being in europe now, leaving the red sands behind. When I hear my couloured friends now, speaking in their nigerian tongue, pidgin around, I suddenly feel home, without them ever knowing, thats because, gues what , I am white . Not beeing anything excited about that fact, why would I. Al these feelings in one song , that is.
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