DAR ES SALAAM, Feb. 1 -- THERE is something strangely poetic and downright cruel, about the journey of Tanzanian music.

It has travelled far and wide, danced across continents and found fans in places its creators never even dreamt of visiting.

Tragically, some of these musical pioneers barely made it past their own funeral expenses.

The beat goes on.

The trumpets flare up.

The guitars chit-chat warmly with the drums.

And somewhere, miles away and years later, a wedding band in Dar, a nostalgic radio DJ in Berlin, or a lazy Sunday Spotify playlist in a Manchester dorm hits “play” with zero cost, zero consequence and zero conscience.

Back home? The artists who created these eternal tunes are long gone. Quietly buried.

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