On 11.11 at 11:11 this year, I released my most recent music project Alkeymie – The Slamtape. Since it’s too early to talk about it, I will let you dive into it. It’s only going to take your breath away for 22 minutes. You’ll be lively after 😉
Now that you have listened, may I suggest another way to experience the music? My idea is simple: You invite family and friends (maximum 20 people) in your sitting room and I will bring my sound/lighting/props, and mats to sit on and we all create a new experience. Here are the packages:
Simple : USD 300 (One-man show)
Semi Live : USD 450 (With one musician – modern / traditional
Full Live : USD 1,000 (With full band)
Any of the above + Deejay (two-hour set) implies an additional USD 200
PS: For people who would want me to perform for them outside Rwanda, here’s what to consider in terms of visa requirement. Our (former) colonizers do not appreciate our growth and presence in the very countries they built with wealth stolen from us, so Schengen/US visas are discouraging but sometimes worth a try.
A week ago I learned a new word – Bagamoyo. It means “where you leave your soul.” Yesterday I toured was in Bagamoyo and had the priviledge of touring the small town that served as a slave port for slaves rounded across the East Coast of Africa by slave traders and colonial powers. From Bagamoyo, these slaves were either shipped to Arabic countries, Persia, India, South Africa, Reunion, Mauritius to work on various plantations till the end of the 19th century. It is said that about 1.5 million slaves walked on the shores of Bagamoyo. Continue reading “From Bagamoyo, with so much soul”→
Just like last year, Nyege Nyege started early and smooth, a beginning I was familiar with. I’m not going to compare the two editions – They are different in size, magnitude, performance levels, lineup, weather, duration… everything and not to mention the ending for me- a real BANG! But not the type of bang you would tell your friends who missed out, rather the type that takes to a hospital with a complete broken jaw and last thing the doctor tells you before you leave the hospital with both jaws stitched together is « Do not talk. Do not laugh. For six weeks! » Damn someone finally managed to shut my big mouth. And he did it smoothly in a space of two selfie clicks. Why? For a fuckin Tecno phone. What a world! Continue reading “My 2018 Nyege Nyege Experience”→
À l’heure qu’il est, je devrais être à Goma. Mais je n’y suis pas. Enfin plus. Je suis rentré au Rwanda plus tôt que prévu. Je n’en pouvais plus.
En fait depuis que je suis parti de Goma en Août 1994 pendant la crise de réfugiés du génocide au Rwanda, des exilés, des milices interahamwe, des militaires du régime Habyarimana, je n’avais plus remis les pieds à Goma. Pour ceux qui ne savent pas, Goma partage la frontière avec le Rwanda. La frontière on ne la voit pas parce qu’elle n’existe que sur la carte de l’Afrique que nous ont dessiné “les propriétaires de la planète” en direct de Berlin en 1885. Continue reading “Retour à la terre natale, en force”→