The Drum Remembers
Born from scarcity, shaped by will
Barrel staves and goatskin became the ravanne — what was denied was still made to sing.
Three continents breathe as one
African polyrhythm, Malagasy melody, and colonial structure converge in a single sway.
The cane fields keep their own time
Work songs rose from the red earth at dusk, carried barefoot from elder to child.
The unwritten outlives the carved
No notation, no academy — only the body remembering, only the drum answering.