I first heard Fela as an adolescent in Kenya, when his track Girl was well-liked. Later I listened to extra of his music – principally in Boston the place Prof Victor Manfredi, a linguist of Yoruba, was instructing and I used to be doing my MA in artistic writing. Victor would have us over for beer, goat and Fela. Years later I used to be in Lagos for the Ake ebook pageant and the primary night time cease was The Shrine, the well-known venue began by Fela the place individuals might take heed to him totally free. It was nearly like the entire of Lagos was there to drink palm wine, smoke weed, take heed to and dance to music. It’s like Woodstock pageant – solely on the Shrine it occurs each night time.Addis Ababa, at night time. {Photograph}: Andreas Pacek/AlamyI have spent years obsessively listening to this track. It’s the imaginative spine to my new novel, Unbury our Lifeless with Music, which is about 4 Tizita musicians competing to see who can sing one of the best Tizita (a type of Ethiopian blues). It’s 2018, I’m in Addis Ababa on the Mesafent membership with my pals and the Tej honey beer is flowing freely. Mandingo, himself an excellent Tizita musician, occurs to be within the viewers and is invited by the band to come back up and sing. When he begins, the speaking stops, the dancing {couples} and pals sit down and all of us simply hear. That is the magic of the Tizita. As certainly one of my characters says, “The Tizita is a individuals’s soul.”My brother, Tee Ngugi, second from proper, with pals at Wakari’s bar and restaurant in Limuru, Kenya. {Photograph}: Mukoma Wa NgugiThis is an epic Gikuyu love track: the title interprets as solely demise will separate us. Joseph Kamaru is Kenya’s Bob Dylan. The track is a couple of groom attempting to make it to his bride-to-be whereas violent resistance to British colonialism by the Kenya Land Freedom Military (Mau Mau) is raging. The track evokes my house city, Limuru, greatest recognized for having plenty of donkeys and producing my father, the author Ngugi Wa Thiong’o. Limuru is gorgeous in that Kenyan, small, tough city manner: dusty when it isn’t muddy, haphazard brightly colored buildings and the odor of nyama choma (roast meat). What I really like most is visiting the little bars, juke joints with music blaring Kamaru, the loud political arguments, occasional fights adopted by drunken hugs and the laughter. The very best nyama choma is at Wakari’s bar and restaurant by Limuru market.Malaika by Fadhili William Ithaca Falls, New York state. {Photograph}: Christina Rollo/AlamyI have recognized Malaika (1968) by Fadhili Williams all my life. It takes me again to many properties: I’ve listened to it, performed it, and had it performed to me in just about all of the areas I’ve visited or lived in. Let’s name it, to make use of a toddler’s time period, my blankie. After I shut my eyes now, I can see photographs of all of the locations I’ve been – however the one which shines brightest proper now could be Ithaca, New York, house city to Cornell College the place I train, recognized for its awe-inspiring waterfalls and gorges. However in the end, House is the place Malaika is. Within the early Nineties my household and I visited him in a high-rise constructing in Newark, New Jersey. He was not doing nicely in any respect financially despite his track having enriched others.Johannesburg skyline. {Photograph}: Allan Baxter/Getty ImagesI knew of this track lengthy earlier than I visited South Africa. In my undergrad years my two good pals had been anti-apartheid exiles who had seen a lot earlier than they bought to Albright School in Studying, Pennsylvania. We might have events and every night time this track would play a number of occasions. In 2017 I used to be in Johannesburg for town’s ebook honest. One night time, the final time I used to be to see fellow author and good friend Binyavanga Wainaina alive, he took me and different writers to a rooftop social gathering. The electrical energy was down within the half of the city however there was sufficient power within the crowd that night time to show itback on. I might see the track within the younger crowd – hip, fast-moving, political and with their fingers on the heartbeat of the nation.Coco seaside, Dar es Salaam, Tanzania, January 2020. {Photograph}: Ericky Boniphace/AFPThere are some issues that may occur solely as soon as in your life. I’m in Tanzania’s capital, Dar es Salaam for the Mabati Cornell Kiswahili prize for African Literature in 2017. It’s about 3am and me and my good friend resolve we should always go try the nightlife. We get right into a cab and maintain asking the motive force for a spot the place we will take heed to stay music. However he is aware of of no place that’s open – however we insist. He drives us to a mosque – it is filled with households, on the stage and round it. I be taught that it’s Eid al-fitr, the break of Ramadan. And we take heed to essentially the most superb taarab music. Dar es Salaam is the one metropolis I’ve visited the place it feels just like the ocean is throughout it, the place even the slightest breeze carries the Indian Ocean and regardless of how deep into it you go, the water is just a few toes away. And the taarab music tugs gently and deeply, the ebb and circulation.Apollo Theatre in Harlem, New York. {Photograph}: AlamyAs a toddler rising up, we listened to this album on a regular basis. I used to be born in Evanston, Illinois, however grew up in Kenya till I used to be 19 and got here again to the US for faculty. My first journey to NYC was in the summertime of 1990. I visited all of the touristy locations, nevertheless it was in Harlem the place the power was, plus it was a lot like house, all that blackness after just a few months of whiteness. A must-visit spot is the Shrine, impressed by Fela Kuti’s music house in Lagos. The final time I used to be there was 2019 and on that night time there was an Ethiopian musician doing Elvis Presley covers. Finally he did a Tizita however let’s simply say he was nowhere nearly as good because the Mandingo in Addis.The Heathen by Bob Marley Like Kamaru, Bob Marley is an artist I’ve recognized all my life – and with each of them, the extra you hear, the extra you’ll hear. I ultimately discovered myself in Jamaica for the Calabash Worldwide Literary pageant at Treasure Seaside. Having lived within the US for thus lengthy, it was good to be in an area the place my blackness gave me intimacy as a substitute of computerized suspicion. The very best a part of it was going for morning runs away from the seaside and vacationer trappings and passing by rural properties. Bob Marley is in all places, at all times on radios and music methods. After I was writing my Tizita novel I listened to this track obsessively. It’s militant, for positive, however whenever you hear beneath it, you hear anguished love and hope.Saa Magni by Oumou Sangaréb In 2007 I visited Mali. In a small lodge bar in Sélingué, the band was taking part in Malian blues. When you take heed to music nicely it’s like studying a language – you may not converse it, however you join by it. It was in driving from Bamako to Sélingué that I might see Oumou’s music and listen to the sound, motion from metropolis to nation. Probably the most common of issues, individuals loving, consuming, promoting items alongside the roadways, the warmth, the dessert after which the oasis that was Sélingué. Sélingué has a man-made dam that appears like a lake. It’s a place of elegant magnificence. Listening to Oumou additionally transports me again to 2002 after I met my spouse. She had been to Mali to be taught to play the balafon and he or she made me a CD of Malian music.Lucille by Kenny Rogers The home the writer grew up in, Limuru, Kenya. {Photograph}: Mukoma Wa NgugiKenny Rogers has been a responsible pleasure at completely different factors in my life – however not when I’m in Kenya the place I grew up listening to him and nation music usually. At some point, I should have been about 9, I requested my elder brother, “Kimunya, why can we love nation music a lot?” His reply was seared into my reminiscence: “We love tales, and they’re telling tales.” Now, whether or not I’m writing a scholarly article or fiction, I inform myself I’m telling a narrative. However think about this, a time of the Moi dictatorship and the repression, and a bunch of high-school children listening and singing alongside to Kenny and Dolly Parton, in Limuru. Typically a track helps us journey out of a spot.Mukoma Wa Ngugi is an affiliate professor of literatures in English at Cornell College and the writer of Unbury our Lifeless with Music (Cassava Republic Press, £11.99)