The night I “met” Laura Mvula

This past weekend was the 18th installment of Africa’s greatest music gathering!  I had the privilege of attending my very first Cape Town International Jazz Festival with my friends – an experience I will never forget or miss again.

The melanin magic and main reason I attended, Laura Mvula, appeared on the stage, showing off her strong gams and bedazzled hands. She opened the show by saying: “Hello Cape Town, I’m home!” – automatically enthusing the crowd.

I was wondering how she’d bring across her cosmic sound and orchestral reverb to a live audience but being the professional, prepared, international act that she is – I quickly forgot those thoughts!

She was all kinds of amazing. She sang ALL of my favourite tunes and introduced me to a lot more. I was so moved. I lost my voice and all kinds of composure whilst singing along!

I love how one of her followers on Instagram says: “You didn’t close the show – you shut it down!” And that she did with her powerful anthem inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem “Phenomenal Woman.”

Thank you Laura for coming to South Africa, next time we will be coming to you!

#Womandla

Maya Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman”

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.