Ruona Idjenughwa

I. ‘Fire-dancing’ (How do you make free spirit out of taut soul?) The music box stood on the table mat, dispelling polyphonic beats that hung heavy about the room, giving it a drowsy air. Yet, something buried deep in the rattling of the sékéré that dominated even the droning of the solo singer and the combination of percussion instruments that made the song, willed you to sail your body into…