It is 19h00 in a dimly lit garage in Windhoek West which has been turned into a recording studio. The room smells of stale chips and Russians from Tom Thumb and energy drinks. Then there is the unmistakable smell of over-confidence and excitement. Ekanda, a well-known Namibian artist, strolls into the session accompanied by three loyal entourage members whose primary job description is shouting “iyoo!” whenever Ekanda breathes. Ekanda hands the …
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