"The morna, my chest. Batuque, my knees and my hips. Funaná, my feet and my hands. Coladeira, my smile. Cola San Jon, my gratitude. Tabanka, my voice. Lundun, the part of me that I see in you and the other rhythms are the green that Cape Verde hides behind its soft dry skin."

by Kwenda Lima | Abraham Shalom Yallah Bakhna