A musician called Thomas Mapfumo communicates spiritually. He sings a simple song, whose meaning leaves you with a sinking feeling, a feeling which only the ancestors can uplift; “You slaughter a chicken for me which is injured? Yet l have a hen which
sits on its eggs, ready to hatch.
One day, my chicks will grow, So hush my lover don’t cry.
My own chicks will one day thrive”.
The sonorous and sorrowful wail of the voice of Thomas Mapfumo tells a story from the spiritual realm, a story of justice denied, soon to be regained. As in Zimbabwe’s politics. https://masvingomirror.com