When I was eight years old my family lived for a year in Freetown, Sierra Leone, in West Africa. Kenema is the name of a village near where we lived.
I used to call this piece when color leaves, for this was the year I left myself, where my eight year old boy’s wonder and awe at the world turned into fear and uncertainty.
Maybe the subtitle should be when color returns because the music here is about me coming back to the place of the boy, in all his excitement and passion.