The song's visuals are all in-the-groove. The drumbeat -- the irreplaceable drumbeat -- steers, in tandem with all that VK does, all the goings-on: A literal moveable feast of dancing bodies and cultured postures, of wonderfully modulated voices and sumptuous colors, of groomed personas and an altogether "glad you're watching" attitude. It's all very African. All symphonic. And all truly lovely. It whispers, anticipates and echoes all that we hear and see (and, p'raps, do) through (alas, too brief) 3:40 minutes of pure funk.
South Africa's Khuli Chana, an accomplished musician in his own right, happily plays a supporting role in this video; but his contribution is golden -- and his 'spirits' fusing. His voice adds rich punctuation to all the singing, and the drumbeat, and all the dancing.
The leading lady's singing all her heart out here, for sure. Cool, controlled. The supporting cast knows it is in a charmed place, due in no small part precisely to it, and the members are all the merrier for it. As we ourselves are. We, the spectators, are all swayed by all this, in an existential sort of context. Even, if it must be so, unto the Twelfth Night. And so, let us each say it too, what was said so long ago: "if music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it...". Play on, VK!
READ: All The Way Lyrics
NOTE: Published on January 21, 2016, this song had gained 178,394 YouTube views by 12:30 a.m. on December 31, 2016.
PS: Victoria Kimani certainly isn't getting the frequency of airplay she deserves on Africa's music channels. Since September this year, all Eastern African eyes are specifically on Trace Mziki and even Trace Naija. The neglect is there for all to see. The officials and DJs concerned owe the viewers, paying or not, an explanation. Fairness matters. A transparent, well-structured rotation policy is a necessity if artistes are to earn their fair rewards.
