kembo, kembo na yo

kembo, kembo na yo

i met a man named mozart yesterday.

kembo, kembo na yo

i had no idea what to sing at first, and i felt a bit useless.

kembo, kembo na yo

not to mention the fact that i'm not african of any sort, and didn't know the meaning of the words i was singing.

kembo, kembo na yo

but i did catch on pretty quickly. quickly enough to be helpful.

kembo, kembo na yo

upande! upande! choreography and everything!

kembo, kembo na yo

and then the one song! it was noisy, and it was everybody singing a bunch of different things at once, and it all went together in this incredible african polyrhythmic melange.

kembo, kembo na yo

i didn't know what to do with myself quite, and discovered that it didn't matter, so over and over i sang,

kembo, kembo na yo

and that worked just fine!

kembo, kembo na yo

it was weird, but worth it.
i'm going to miss this.