THE CHILDREN, we all have a song!

If they had danced before the blind, sang before the deaf or talked to the dumb, I am sure one of them would personally have had a bigger story to tell.

Well, like someone once said, those who love music will always find a song to sing, or something to sing about. Hugging, watching and listening to the Watoto sing this week provoked many thoughts in my mind, but one that has kept on is the one you find here. They came; they narrated, danced and sang their hearts out.

Surprisingly, like any other concert, these children’s musical starts as an excitement. It falls with a boom of the African traditional drum beat. It then meanders its way out like a river seeking its way into an ocean. And as the rhythm rises, it mounts itself on the tone of its own narrative.

But it reaches a moment in time when it stops being a concert and for a life-time your heart will sing of something bigger, and perhaps forever...the King they sing about! And yes, it is the reason they sing and dance, the reason they live. It is written on their faces, an expression of a heartfelt thing.

They proudly sang of their past, danced to their own music, explained why they sang and spoke of their wishes and dreams. And interrupting my own concentration, I looked through my camera, not to see how everyone else danced to the tune, but just to move my neck according to the music, and perhaps get something that someone else could feel without having been there!

And yes it felt, Heaven must be for music, hell perhaps for conversation.

Some of their stories really scratched my heart and whereas from a broken past, it wasn’t like it is said; that never expect good music from a broken violin. Theirs was a different story and one full of hope. For their breaking was perhaps their making. It just makes them different; different from the ordinary singer, different from Sasha and Malia, different from the children we meet day in day out. They are the children, the Watoto,

And even as the music comes to an end, the song never fades. I’m very sure, that next time you see them; they’ll pick it up from where you stopped. Noteworthy of course, is the fact that... like any singing bird, the Watoto never sing because they have answers to all their Questions, wishes, dreams and prayers, it’s because they just have a song. And no matter who listens to their story, no matter who dances to their tune, no matter who sings their song along or chooses to sing them a lullaby, they’ll always sing on.

Well, the last drum beat and the music faded by the beat, but heart surely sand along and for sure knew that we all have a song. It just depends. On which song you’ll choose to sing, how, why and when you sing it. All I ask of you; is not to do it like the bride who didn’t know how to dance, and blamed it on the musician and the other tune that played around her. You can get out of it and sing your own. For we all have a song.