Sing to the Moon

by Nansubuga Nagadya Isdahl
illustrated by Sandra van Doorn

Transcript

00:00Sing to the Moon, by Nan Subhuganagadiya Isdal and Sandra Van Dorn, Jay Jaja tells me, sing

00:17to the moon, and perhaps my wish will be granted soon, I would sail on a dhow and gaze in wonder

00:23at old spice markets, till the sun goes under, after spotting the forest's mythical beast,

00:29I would land at dusk for a monstrous feast, but then I near steps on the kitchen floor

00:43so slowly I open the wooden door, Jay Jaja is drinking his hot morning tea and tells

00:49me that he has been waiting for me, Jay Jaja stands tall, and in 1 2 3, holds out his hand

00:55and says, let's go and see, Jay Jaja remembers his childhood best friend a boy called Kiriboh

01:00whose smile did not end, I say I love climbing guava trees too, and he tells me that's something

01:06he never knew, I help clean tilapia for the fish stew, Jay Jaja shares memories of trips

01:12as a child when he and his father would fish in the wild.

01:25Tales of lost cities and great heaps of gold, African kingdoms and sights to behold, he thrills

01:35me with thunderous bangs, and kabooms, then shoes me outside where the brilliant night croons,

01:40and Jay Jaja reminds me that I'm always loved by even the brightest of stars up above, I know

01:46then that even new worlds far away couldn't compare to this one rainy day, and with a tired

01:51yawn, I stumble to bed where I am tucked in with a kiss to my head, and like every night,

01:56before leaving the room, Jay Jaja says quietly, sing to the moon, for Jay Jaja

02:01Kaffirah my ever-smiling Kiriboh and the many stories left to tell, Nansubuga,

02:07Apapa et auxiliaries jours de plaque nous en avons pas pu partager, to dad,

02:12and all the rainy days we never get to share, Sandra, the end.