Sam
Alwyn
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It was South African jazz that has brought me here.
Saxapone jazz to be speci?c, not because I love it but
because of my husband whose love for the shiny beast
introduces himself by saying “I'm from Chorley, thats the
NW of England, Nr Manchester but I don't support
Manchester, man, I support Preston North End” who blew a
tune at a garden party where Patsi heard him play and wept
with joy and love in memory of her father, an exiled
saxophonist who'd apparently played with Keith Jarrett. If it
wasn't for Kevin whose passion in life is to ?re dance with
young ladies and host special African naming ceremonies
where Kate from Britain and Athena from Cyprus were given
new names by the local poet who so inspired me with his
voice changed low calling “Nokanyo!” and lit the night with
magic like the ?re we sat round out at Kev's old farm.
Here listening to Patsi getting upset with Jo-Jo, the bar
tender and owner for not using his Bachelor of Science he
received in America for any purpose except to make money
especially, she says, when he had this great opportunity in a
time when so many were denied and then submits her body
to the grooves of a jazz tune and tells me how she never got
to know her daddy because he left to become the
Ambassador of Turkey two days after he returned from 15
years in exile.
Here, feeling a tap on my shoulder, is Solly looking blearily
into my eyes saying “I love you!” “I really. Love you!” “I want
to marry a white woman because they are faithful to their
their men”
I laugh and look at Patsi whose still lost in jazz gyrations
“...no you must listen to me, I want to marry you. I really,
really love you.” when my R2 coin saves me from answering
as I'm called to play my game at the pool table even though I
know as I bend down low to smack the opening shot that I
have no chance in winning, it's really nice to take on the lads,
because I like this game like I like this pub that was named
by Lungile a local artist who said “Jo-Jo think about it” “if a
person travelling home on a bus or taxi is asked where you
are going for the evening and you said “Ekhaya” they
wouldn't think you was a drunk or something, cos they would
think you was going to be at home”.
EKHAYA
A night out in town to The home away from home
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