The Daily Dose x “Re-Africalized”

*Re-Africalizing in progress*

It’s not something thats just suddenly happened, its been going on for a while now, I’d like to say its been going on since I got back from Singapore like a year ago . . . but I think it begun just a touch before that.

You see, this is my 1st full year back in The Motherland . . . and coincidentally my 1st time realizing this fact . . . in any case yea . . . I’ve been back a whole year now and its amazing.

See when I first got back, off my 5 year stint in Australia, I hated it here. I felt like such an outsider, I was out of the loop in all senses . . . my high school friends were either very much working-men, very much settled down or just very much different.(side note: upon reflection it was probably me who’d changed, somewhat.)

So I was lonely.

On top of that I’d just come home from studying for ages in a foreign land with nothing to show for myself aside from my mixture. My beloved #SOTG1: HIGHER LEARNING . . . But that was it, your classic “Dollar And A Dream” scenario . . . only it was ALL dream no dollar . . . and worse still no plan.

Needless to say I was in a fix. I knew not what moves to make, I knew not how to fit in with this strange new ZImbabwe I’d found myself in . . . I was free-falling and FAST.

Fast forward to NOW.

Whereas before I felt my having been away so long had essentially turned me into a foreigner and a stranger in my own home, now I feel like leaving has finally made me appreciate what I’d been away from for so long.

I’m in love again and her name is Africa . . . more specifically her name is Zimbabwe. And its home, its my home.

I’m in love with her women. Her bustling streets. Her scent. Her air of hustle hard or go home . . . well my dear, I AM HOME.

And finally the hustle is on and strong, see its not all music with me . . . the same way that its not all rapping with me . . . as an artist at heart I’m a singer and as a man at my core I like to think I’m a businessman . . . but as my street-cred is at that STAY low status . . . lets call me a hustler.

Nay.

Lets call me, an H-Town Hustler . . . of the highest pedigree. Cos out here thats what its about, hustle hard and party harder and I’ve finally found my feet.

Its starting to show in my music too, I’m looking for more traditional tones and chords in the sounds I seek out . . . I’m experimenting with chucking in the odd Shona line here and there and I’m peppering the bars with hints of our own slang and its sounding and feeling like magic.

H-Town Boy by TehNDiamond

The best is yet to come and for that, I gotta thank Mama Africa . . . your son is home and eager to continue rediscovery your wealth of knowledge, beauty & almight hustle.

pow!

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What place do you call home and why . . . lemme know in the comments below yea ?