In the music

call my African brothers and sisters,
tell them to come without shoes,
to come without covering their chests,
without hiding their breasts.
let them tie a wrap around their head.
tell them to bring the drums without sticks.
and see them build a house without bricks.
tell them to form a circle
and sermon the gods of their fathers.
tell them to remember the songs of their mothers.
and watch the miracle as they sing,
they harmonize from a local heaven
that makes nature surrender.
hakuna matata.
tuale.

tochi