From Here To Timbuktu

Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.

I’ve been very conscious that my Friday song choices are far from diverse. Unfortunately my musical education is very limited, both in time and in place. However, there is a much bigger world of music out there than I can ever hope to know. Music exists everywhere, even in countries and regions where there are those that would seek to stamp it out. A world without music is a world without hope. Take Mali, for example. In some regions, music is forbidden through violence and intimidation. Armed conflict and violent extremism continues in Mali. Government in Mali is also in disarray as evidenced by a military coup that took place just over a week ago, perhaps after the ruling party failed to meet the basic needs of citizens for food, water, shelter, health and safety, let alone those needs that would see Malians thrive into the future.

Aigachatou, a single mother and her children, standing in front of their makeshift tent after fleeing violence in Timbuktu. Credit: TOGO Moise/NRC

On that depressing note, shall we hear a lament to the ancient city of Timbukto (Mali) by renowned Malian singer, Fatoumata Diawara?

Stay safe, sane and kind, everyone.

Kind Regards.

Header Image Description: The kora is played in Mali.
Photo Credit: KannanShanmugamstudio,Main Road,Kollam / CC BY-SA

Sacred Lake

It has been a freezing wintry day in Canberra (Australia).  For a brief thirty seconds it managed to snow, but because I was too slow to get my coat and shoes on, I missed it.  Today I stayed indoors.  Even so, the cold soon got to me, so I decided to cook and went on a musical journey from America to Mongolia.  The two go together in my house.  I was very intrepid, listening to a few of the suggestions provided by that popular music streaming platform.  It was worth the effort.

It is nice to know that there is still much beauty to enjoy.

Kind Regards.