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“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” – Aldous Huxley
These words stuck in my mind with an immoveable imprint. My whole constitution was defined by this one guiding Ambition-Music.
For a long time, I used to think why would Faustus willfully surrender his soul to embrace eternal despair for a puny ambition? Why say ‘O magic! Magic! thou has ravished me!’ I no longer cherished such futile meditation. I am the Faustusnow-the Faustus of Music and Art.
A black hole of despair! To someone from such a surgically defined penurious background, entertaining such a debonair prospect brought more fearful sights than seeing Grady’s daughters in ‘The Shining.’ ‘Beggars can’t be choosers, can they?” was the immediate response that came out subconsciously from those who had the privilege to know of my delinquent madness.
Rightfully so! I belonged to a setup where the resources had already been exhausted and drained of energy. The expenses weregetting disproportionately elephantine than the scrawny income and it was becoming excessively formidable for my family topay for rent, utilities, and food.
I soliloquized my incorrigible despondency to my nonchalant soul for wanting something which was an anathema for a ‘nobody’; I kept looking for the signs of some compassionate and benignant being; I was in that dungeon of nothingness wherefrom your immediate reaction results in a slow descendent to giving up on what you want and a delightful hug to where the world wants to drag you seem so charming.
Deep down I never gave up. I couldn’t; it had gone to my soul- disparagingly incurable. I had incontrovertible faith inwhat I believed. In the deepest recesses of my mind, there was still a spark of hope that someone would respond to mybereavement; that some benevolent and altruistic force would resuscitate energy and happiness into a withering soul, rekindle and gave renaissance to a downtrodden ambition;
And finally the miracle happened; Paulo was right when he said, “when you really want something, the whole universe conspires with you to make it happen.” My silent woes were heard and responded; the phoenix-breed League of Extraordinary Gentlemen- the visionary founders of DAFESTA, Raymond Ray, Omari Jomba, Mwanja Kanidjo, Samir Bin John, Dilkey Diedonne and Zetongo Kwibe- gracefully & munificently taught me the Open-sesame of the Elysium where the impossible happens. They are the guardians of the galaxy of African youth talent, who are always on the lookout for the withering talent; to whisper new souls into their art by making the world see the extent of their true but unrecognizably perishing talent. A Tomorrow-Land where the dreams of the Artists come true. Let’s be a part of this new Renaissance and serve Art. Let’s echo their echo and be the symbiosis of such a munificent platform; Let’s help DAFESTA in looking for these stranded souls and be a branch of the giving-tree. Thousands of these youths are waiting desperately on the precipice of hope, with longing hearts and wanting eyes for our support; lets reach out and save through the pioneers of DAFESTA.
Thank you to Des Moines African Youth Festival Awards and its eminent Olympians.