Sunday, October 31, 2004

The piece begins with a love poem and the voice of Ananu, the elder spirit. She is speaking to Sisi. She tells the story of the days before she left Calabar. She remembers a young boy from the Dahomey who liked her and how he teasingly blew his flute upon her breast. The two of them were captured and sold into slavery. She remembers him telling her not to be afraid. This is a love poem. I hear music. Drums/flutes....

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