Sitting at a creek side shelter, sweltering in the heat, sweat drips into memories of Africa and visions of its people over river banks new.The lines on their faces store the past left back at home, now flipping coins with the broken shadows down by the stirring shores. They heard the noise.

They felt the energy of the great delta-blue waters, converging where encouragement lay in the reflection of their own lessons. They translated the free form wailing of the pressure of their lives into the hardness of the slavery blues.

That melody that comes from a place which will always know the sensation of the aftermath. Which sings in the quiet moments, of the feeling that nature is fucking with you. 

So, where are you now?

RohinJonesMusic