Sanibonani, molweni nonke. Ngiyanibingelela ngegama likaJesu Krestu, my divine Creator. Yesterday, I had the privilege of speaking with students in Hong Kong. The central question I had them sit with was: How does music stabilize societal concerns and community? But what stayed with me most… was something else. Many young listeners today are either not listening to music deeply at all, or they are simply consuming what flows to them—what is trending, what the algorithm sugge

This week I got into a flow. And it was extremely scary for me. I am someone who likes to be in control of every aspect of my life—as much as possible. But this week… I said f*** it. I just… I don’t give a DAMN! In every moment that showed up last week, it felt like I was being tested—invited to practice this very mantra that I was screaming at the top of my lungs in my head. A colleague rushing toward me with stress written all over every drop of sweat…I don’t give a DAMN! S

Hold Up... Bring Paying Musicians Back Sanibonani, molweni nonke. Ngiyanibingelela ngegama likaJesu Krestu, my divine Creator. Before I carry on, it must be mentioned that the title of this blog is—and will always be—referencing Freakum Dress by Beyoncé Knowles-Carter. Yes, I know the actual reference is “To be, or not to be, that is the question” from Shakespeare. But in this house… we are always referencing Freakum Dress. If you get that, then you and I are already on the

Sanibonani, molweni nonke. Ngiyanibingelela ngegama likaJesu Krestu, my divine Creator. This past week was rough… with an extra gruff on that R . I came to appreciate what completing several degrees in music has taught me and cultivated within me: discipline. While reheating my food in the microwave, I was listening to the rotation of the plate. That mesmerizing sound quickly drifted me off into a land I often visit… daydreaming 🧠 about my acceptance speech for my Grammy, o

Sanibonani, molweni nonke… Wow. This week, I find myself unable to complete even a greeting without feeling the weight of the world pressing against my chest. A question I am chewing on is this: What is the role of the artist in all of this chaos? As bullets continue to fly, bombs continue to drop, and lives continue to be treated as though they do not matter (btw, indeed… you DO matter), I am reminded of Nina Simone’s profound statement: Okay. Breathe. This is an opportunity

Sanibonani, molweni nonke, ngiyanibingelela ngegama likaJesu Krestu, my divine creator. This greeting carries the exact sentiment I want to share with my fellow artists today. Simply this (please lend your eyes, and your heart, to what follows): Indeed...you do matter. 2026 is a reintroduction. A re-grounding. A rebranding as I—as we—continue navigating this world. Many of you have known me as 'Kuza and Harmonizeto —spaces through which I have been blessed to share music, c