Maya Angelou's 'Africa' Poem Gets A Jazz Reinterpretation From Fallou Diop
Maya Angelou's 'Africa' poem gets a Jazz reinterpretation from Dakar-born/Brooklyn-based producer Fallou Diop.
Dakar-born/Brooklyn-based producer Fallou Diop pays tribute to the late poet and defender of justice, Maya Angelou, in a jazz reinterpretation of Africa. In a nod to the poem’s prophetic power, Diop layers Angelou’s striking words over a pacing jazz melody. Africa describes the riches and beauty of the continent plagued with instances of external exploitation and manipulation. Despite Angelou's lyrical description of battles with slavery and colonialism, Africa is not a fatalistic poem expressing defeat, but rather, proclaims the rise of the continent informed by lessons learned from the struggles of its past.
Diop’s reinterpretation of Angelou's poem is a reminder of the late poet’s time spent in Africa and the work she conducted to unite people of African descent in solidarity against systems of oppression. Throughout her life Angelou explored different ways to represent the cultural linkages that exist between Africans and African Americans. In 1968 the memoirist wrote, produced and narrated ‘Blacks, Blues, Blacks!’– a ten-part television series documenting “Africanisms still present in the United States.” Diop’s rework captures Angelou’s unifying sentiment, the rhythmic undertones of the music referencing jazz's ties to the continent with a pulsating bass imitating the steady low-sounding beats of a dundun drum. Angelou's distinct voice rings clear through the background melodies, carrying her hopes for the continent and its people both distant and far.
Africa by Maya Angelou
Thus she had lain
sugercane sweet
deserts her hair
golden her feet
mountains her breasts
two Niles her tears.
Thus she has lain
Black through the years.
Over the white seas
rime white and cold
brigands ungentled
icicle bold
took her young daughters
sold her strong sons
churched her with Jesus
bled her with guns.
Thus she has lain.
Now she is rising
remember her pain
remember the losses
her screams loud and vain
remember her riches
her history slain
now she is striding
although she has lain.