Observing Ears.

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So as it is with any proper man born of a woman, focus comes from distraction, I pic music as my tamer. Life is more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt than a surprise party, I'm always in probe of music, subconsciously.
Music is my moral law, charm, and gaiety, a soundtrack of life. I think with music, I write and read with music so it is with my silence. Not necessarily loud music on an ambiguous player like those in some campus hostels that only come in handy when trying to hide voices from doing bad manners if you are not the owner, always wondering how one manages to even breathe with all that outcry or fancy JBLs, but an endless rhythm in my head and it's always in search of music.

I know every moment with a particular song, every route with a certain playlist, and craft with a tune on it. I know my crushes with specific songs, so it is with my imaginary future girlfriend with her crazy love for rumba and Musa Juma.  With any conversation, a tune is always playing back there, so when troubled sometimes the best question to ask is, what's playing not what are you feeling? Music of course wields anything, it's a universal language anyone can understand, beauty, pain, sadness, or happy moments.

With it comes crazy attachment. I love originals and find it so horrendous when a good tune is twirled by certain famous artists like that one I trying to redo the Kulosa masterpiece or my imagination going south, how the hell can Rick Ross's body sound like August Alsina or Stevo simple boy voice?

So I've been fasting and taming my temper following some monk-y routine from some guru way across the globe. I haven't shaved nor do I put on robs, speak less, seat ankles on top of the other on endless hours of meditation, No! Music plays a big role in keeping me at peace as I skip my breakfast and then go through the day with smokies and chapatis or Pasua looking forward to a heavy supper to break the fasting. Yes, it's fasting, I'm the one telling you!

Today I sprained my ankle and my fully devoted to and admirable fasting routine had nothing to do with it, I just snapped. I'm still into traditional YouTube as I fear third-party ad blockers for security issues so with that I've made peace with 6mins of ads for every 3min song. I was out washing my fine linen when my whole act of fasting and meditative development came down crumbling. I'm always taken away with slow soothing beats, I love slow music with good organization regardless of whatever the words mean but a commanding beat deserves a good voice. 

My Oliver Mtukudzi playlist got halted by some ad. A beautiful song as it started, with nicely organized beats, calling for a commanding voice, I figured it won't harm an ear as I waited to learn the new song, and a few seconds into it I was running across the now muddy and slippery ground just to press that skip button when I slipped and sprained my ankle.
As a sharp pain ran from my feet through my spine I was still on the ground now crawling just to stop this torture. The pain worsened as I pressed the skip button after peeping to see what the Indian guy shouting "kipri kipri chupri pilipili motori, Natori Patel" looked like. No No sir, this is unacceptable not with that scary face with a forest of beards, not with that body shape and tones of fat my man, no. Not with the pain, sound like what you look like man! I ended up closing the whole tab just to have a moment of silence as I nursed my injury and thought to myself maybe is about time I add those third-party ad blockers for my safety from more Patels, we should just meet on tutorials, not in the middle of my world.

 Maybe start a campaign against YouTube crazy ads sites instead of videos I'm interested in.

We all want music, perhaps music is the only universal language, one that breaks every barrier, brings lives together, and can't help but move a bone when your spot is touched, based on your taste. Maybe we should love music, communicate with music and decorate life with lots of beautiful music, I'm nursing my ankle with music, no Indian music, though stuck in my head, I just don't want that spirit visiting again louder if not already in my mind as stuck in this house for some more days, feel free to drop by with some fruits, oranges and meat.

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  1. Anonymous11 September 2022 at 21:31

    Losing yourself in music and letting music take you place. Music is life.

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