Music: Kirikou

“Give it back, Karaba,” Kirikou said softly.

“Grandmother,” said Kirikou, tugging at her colorful wrap. “The world has lost its sound.” kirikou music

And then something wonderful happened. The thorn cage began to rattle. The hummingbird inside opened its beak, and instead of a cry of pain, a single clear note escaped— DING! —a note so pure it cracked the thorns like glass. “Give it back, Karaba,” Kirikou said softly

Most people would have been afraid of Karaba, with her thorny necklace and piercing eyes. But Kirikou was not most people. He set off toward the grove, carrying only a small calabash and the courage in his heart. “Give it back

“Why should I?” she hissed. “No one ever sang for me . No drumbeat ever celebrated my name.”