Kombo Chokwe Burns and his Afro Simba Band blazes the music trail

Launching his new album Pandizo, Kombo Chokwe Burns and his band got their lucky audience off their seats in no time flat!

His mastery of the guitar, his own and his singers’ gorgeous voices, a powerful stage presence, and a fun ‘pekeshe’ -style from the Kenyan coast [they call it Mijikenda Fusion], did the trick that balmy evening of 6 November 2016. Besides the guitars, the Chivoti—a traditional bamboo flute— went straight into our souls.

The songs in the album, done in Kiswahili and the Mijikenda languages, have great lyrics – some environmental (e.g. Maji – water).

So happy to see the story of Kombo’s journey of resilience in the face of a major obstacle  in the local media – finally!

Go Go Kombo, Go Go Afro Simba! History has its eyes on you!

You can buy the music here: https://afrosimba.bandcamp.com/releases

See also: http://musicinafrica.net/directory/kombo-chokwe-and-afro-simba-band

Children’s orchestra plays Cohen’s Hallelujah

I had the great good fortune to be part of the audience at the culmination of an Orchestral Weekend at St Andrew’s Turi in Molo, Kenya, mid January.

Here are the kids—all 13 or younger—performing Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, conducted by the amazing Julia Luvai.

Children's orchestra- Kenya
Children’s orchestra- Kenya



And the master himself? https://youtu.be/YrLk4vdY28Q

Boaz Otieno, the orutu magician

Boaz Otieno Akech’s fingers dance across the orutu’s taut single string. With a simple sisal bow moving deftly along the length of the traditional Kenyan fiddle, he produces a perfectly controlled sound—now lilting, now wailing—that stirs deep into your soul. The orutu is a Luo traditional instrument, used in the fast-paced Ohangla genre of Luo music.

Boaz Otieno Akech, Orutu maestro. Photo by Daisy Ouya
Boaz Otieno Akech, Orutu maestro. Photo by Daisy Ouya

This Ohangla master has been playing since he was 7. It drove his mother to distraction—she would have preferred that her son focus his energies on his studies. To teach him a lesson, one day she took his orutu and smashed it to pieces.

But fate had other plans for the young Boaz.

He tells me—without a hint of irony— that from that day on whenever he went to school, his eyesight would get blurry until after some time he could no longer see what was on the blackboard.

“My eyes would be open but I couldn’t see. I was taken to doctor after doctor to no avail. The family cow was sold to pay for my treatment but my eyes didn’t get any better.

“Then a religious man came with some special water and washed my eyes with it, and prayed for me. After 4 days I could see again. I was sent back to school and the mysterious disease came back. That’s when I decided I was not going back to school—it was my eyesight or an education.”

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