Aaron English & Walter Koga: "Afande" ("Policeman")
This Afropop-inspired tune is as good as any I have ever heard. Please give it a listen.
Over-reaching police brutality is a global problem.
Lyrics:
Walter:
Major General wearing black trouser
Afande (policeman) wearing brown suit
Aaron:
I come to this city full of dust and sweat and noise
The living & the dying and the consequence of choice
My people used to light a fire to keep the lions at bay
Now who will shine a light for me to keep these city wolves away?
Afande, afande. Please, please, afande.
Walter:
I am taking a bus to Nairobi. Kisumu pass by, Kericho pass by, Nakuru pass by, Kericho pass by, Naivasha pass by, then l reach Nairobi.
It’s not fair afande, It’s not fair afande…
Aaron:
I came to this city with my suitcase full of dreams
Now I know this city it ain't nothing like it seems
Walter:
The bus driver made a mistake by dropping us in the middle of Nairobi town. Then the policeman met me by mistake, while I was carrying my nyatiti (lute), and he started harrassing me, asking me bogus questions. What are you carrying in your bag? I told him I’m just carrying my nyatiti. The policeman came to me and wanted to tie me up. l started begging: don't take me in! l just came to see my children in Kariobange!
It’s not fair afande, It’s not fair afande…
Aaron:
I came to this city with my suitcase full of dreams
Now I know this city it ain't nothing like it seems
Afande, afande. Please, please, afande.
Walter:
Major General wearing black trouser
Afande (policeman) wearing brown suit
Aaron:
I come to this city full of dust and sweat and noise
The living & the dying and the consequence of choice
My people used to light a fire to keep the lions at bay
Now who will shine a light for me to keep these city wolves away?
Afande, afande. Please, please, afande.
Walter:
I am taking a bus to Nairobi. Kisumu pass by, Kericho pass by, Nakuru pass by, Kericho pass by, Naivasha pass by, then l reach Nairobi.
It’s not fair afande, It’s not fair afande…
Aaron:
I came to this city with my suitcase full of dreams
Now I know this city it ain't nothing like it seems
Walter:
The bus driver made a mistake by dropping us in the middle of Nairobi town. Then the policeman met me by mistake, while I was carrying my nyatiti (lute), and he started harrassing me, asking me bogus questions. What are you carrying in your bag? I told him I’m just carrying my nyatiti. The policeman came to me and wanted to tie me up. l started begging: don't take me in! l just came to see my children in Kariobange!
It’s not fair afande, It’s not fair afande…
Aaron:
I came to this city with my suitcase full of dreams
Now I know this city it ain't nothing like it seems
Afande, afande. Please, please, afande.