The jury of Knowledge, Intellect, Reason and Logic
convene for as long as God blinks
and return with a verdict that is true
A truth painfully contraire to the version batted around
while lounging on our backs
with smiles flowing figure eight
enticed by flickering shadows of bare feet
dueling in the glow
of late night talk show banter
The esteemed jury of Knowledge, Intellect, Reason and Logic
is over ruled by the ultimate judge,
the heart
The Heart
in a miracle baffling those with senses
tilts the scale towards uncharted depths
into corners still unsheathed by the probing light of
Knowledge, Intellect, Reason and Logic
The Heart
gets heavier when it bleeds
as if God put his finger on the scale,
a cruel act of torture
that he inflicts under the guise of a clever plot twist
Before The Heart swings his gavel,
he asks for the valued opinion of Faith
who is nothing more than
The Hearts stenographer
he doesn’t discover the truth,
Faith just repeats the stanza
that pluck at heart’s strings
in a sweet refrain,
from empirical of evidence
at this moment
when reality hangs in the balance
when one prays for clairvoyance,
when 20/20 would do
Faith has overstepped his bounds
Faith has become The Hearts yes man
You see, Faith’s exploits consists of tales The Heart tells him
and The Hearts tales are of a magical place called Forever
And Faith’s dreams are held hostage by
This luminous palace called Forever
Forever will be Faiths reward
Faith’s dogged pursuit of Forever distinguishes him from Belief
Faith’s has subjugated himself even more than Trust
To be elevated to Forever’s monk
Faith sees this as a truth worth suffering for
a universe Faith can create
Disarm Faith of every weapon
But teeth and nails
Starve Faith of any glimmer of hope
or watering it with love
And it will still find a way to
scratch away Knowledge,
gnaw at Intellect,
erode Reason
and pull at Logic
no worries
Forever will eventually mend that wound
Forever will undoubtedly take the pain
while for the moment, mere dreams of Forever sedate the pain
Forever will eventually not look like today
Though today looked like yesterday, which looked like its yesterday
And resembles the future at the end of your nose
That you can not touch
when intoxicated
by the siren sound of
skillfully selected truth
whispered by Faith
Physical ties
Keep the flesh warm when tenderness doesn’t
Emotional bonds
Shelter the soul when the walls walk away
Nothing disintegrates in for Forever
Instead stays perfectly placed and pristine
But what once were swaddling clothes for the birth of eternity
Can easily become the shroud of a dying dream
Depending on the judgment, rendered by a bleeding Heart
In this episode Kwasi brings back Dutty Bookman to discuss the movement he has helped dub as the Reggae Revival after a panel at SXSW 2027. He also speaks to Koro Fyah of the Bevel Rock camp about his ABC’s at SXSW as well. Bomani interviews the founder of the Uganda’s Bavubuka Foundation, Babaluku, and their chief archivist Gilbert Daniels about Hip-Hop in Uganda and the Lugaflow movement. Bomani and Kwasi also discuss spirituality in independent music, and how the community discusses things like sin. A must listen!
Check out this great interview with story seller and director of Story Tapestries Arianna Ross. For two decades Arianna has brought the art of story telling to children throughout the country, and has become even more influential in arts education through her wonderful organizations that employs several artist to bring their artforms into the classrooms. Find out more about Arianna Ross here 
