Three 'stringed' instruments are in use in this virtual confessional: Zahara's guitar, her own vocal chords, and her male companion's. I am not sure yet who he is, as I think Tresor Riziki is in a subsequent -- 'remix', or tweaking -- project. Wait! Language, Lingala (all the way from the two Congos), is veritably the fourth, on this imagined stage; at this make-believe altar. A quartet, then, of instruments; which blend into one elevating stream of melody.
Lingala, always musical, is, it is clear I think to all ears, the anchor sound in this song. Zahara crosses borders to bring it here; to make it, something obviously borrowed, her own. It is in turn the bringer-of-everything-together, in Limbisa. All, all for the greater glory of The Forgiver.
The words are chosen, and the lyrics are sequenced, with blessed and restrained passion. It's a perfect audio picture. It is picture-perfect.
There are no video images in this offering, much as one would have liked to have them. Just a stunning camouflage of stillness. Awesome singularity.
Final comment: For Zahara, as for Docteur Nico Kasanda before her, Love doesn't have to mean never having to say Limbisa.
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