When I first touched down in Bamako, I had no expectations whatsoever. I knew I was embarking on a journey that would be meaningful. I woke up today thinking ‘GOSH! That was the last sleep.’ A 30 minute shut eye before your alarm rings isn’t what I would call a ‘SLEEP’ but if you know me you know that I will never say no to a party.
I decided to hit up the streets of Bamako last night, which was desperately needed – apart from the hotel and the summit there wasn’t much I had seen. Before I left for Bamako a colleague asked of me to bring back Malian music to spin at the station, where better to be put on then at a Cultural show. Between the hip thrusting Cabo Snoop looking duo (I need to get their name!) to the amazingly talented Donkon M’Boup to one of the summits participants from Mexico doing the booty pop, I was blown away!
Dinner with my new found friends from all over the world was all jokes (I don’t think I’ll look at Avocado the same EVER after last night). The night wouldn’t be complete without a little dance. What should have been a dance turned into a full on RAVE with yours truly on the decks. S/O to DJ Jay (like Jay Z for letting me steal his much deserved shine).
As all the workshops have come to an end and participants gather to sort of re-cap the overall experience. I feel almost sad to leave this group of people who have moved me in a away – there’s nothing I could say to put it into words.
What I do hope is that through my future participation on this blog I may be able to show you (getting emo here).