
Sometimes clothes are more than a fashion statement. Sometimes music is more than just what it sounds like. Papa Wemba is that sometimes. I am from New Orleans. I do not speak French., nor Lingala, nor any of the other Congo languages. But I have drummed and danced in Congo Square. So while I do not know, I understand. You feel me? Sometimes our resistance seems like foolishness. Our affirmations seem bizarre. Our humanity seems unnatural. When you are born poor and African (which too often is one and the same), every minute of your life [...]