“What you’re looking for is right in front of you,” Namvula said.
That, as well as the fact that I didn’t want to give up one of the few seats available at the front, made me skip Desmond and his jazz at the poolside. May Desmond and the jazz gods forgive me.
But Zambian music? Namvula, I had never heard of Zambian music? Never heard! But like the rest of the crowd at the Rock View resort, I was intrigued and then enthralled as, under the silvery moonlight of the Rupununi, Namvula, as the organisers promised, created an intrepid new world where the folk and urban traditions of her Zambian homeland combined with
