Sali – 2003 There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1 Nodding to a languid R&B composition pouring out of the speakers into the hot air in the car before the news came on, I thought that this was the exact kind of tune my father would call inyimbo yakwe chiwa, no doubt, crediting the devil for anything that wasn’t gospel. He finds R&B especially offensive. To Baba, the lush voices and machine-backed rhythm were a bitter impwa dish, which clung to the tongue even after several glasses of water. “Too much vulgar language,” he’d say so frequently, I had to wonder how he’d caught the lyrics beneath the instrumentals, unless he’d been paying the same quiet attention as he devoted to the shows on Radio Christian Voice. But Baba wasn’t with me in the car this morning to tsk-tsk as I tapped my left foot. “Last time,” I said to my car.…