……Satire is the attire we wearing

As we retire to the southern hemisphere

Jo Milambo mount your horses and get ready

Find your armor piag ligangla wachomo lweny…

Omera!

 I couldn’t; I couldn’t help but belt it out. However, I’ll be slow with the banjo, careful not to step on your toe, but regardless, we’ve danced this dance together enough times to know the broth is simmering just below the lid.

…. Wan wabiro wabiro gi maino

Ero wadonjo tinende

Wabiro gi maino……

There!

The tingles remain.

In the lull of the strings.

Then the drums arrive, pulling you into a crescendo you don’t resist. A music so true it has you in its heart, beating, like a heartbeat to your steps.

Well, I can imagine what you’re thinking, or rather, I know, yes, I know what you're thinking; ‘What music is this, oh I so wish, I were stepping to the beats!’

But you don’t have to wonder. You don’t have to wonder where this banjo is going, for who would miss it for the world!

Now, I promised to take it slow, but here comes the Fisherman's Choma Fest.

‘The same Fisherman?’

Yes, that one, the same fisherman, my dear reader. And this time, the Choma Fest is at the Garden, Bondo.

…Ngamo dong' to oluoro mudho

Ni ng’ano oluoro mudho

Ngamo dong to chi ong'ong'o…

Let it, let it hang over a little…

The artist lineup performing at the fest represents a pierced veil through generations of bards, including Coster Ojwang, Watendawili, Osogo Winyo Dola Kabari, to Kochia Dancers and many others.

I also know you love a little seasoning with your choma, how about that for seasoning?

The stage is already speaking your name before you even arrive.

So if your feet are already moving to this rhythm, you know what comes next: tickets are going fast.

Now go on, finish your coffee, but don’t sit too long. The sound is already waiting.