Sekou Sundiata, the brilliant Harlem-born spoken word poet, passed away this week at the age of 58 from heart failure. He endured many physical challenges later in his life, including a long, slow recovery from a broken neck during a snowstorm car accident on his way to the Apollo theater for his comeback performance after finally recovering from a kidney transplant the year before. Talk about challenges to the body, the mind and one’s spirit!
But he fought on and stayed productive, hopeful and alive with creativity until his physical self finally failed him. His poetry is deep and powerful. And the way he performed his works as spoken word were hypnotizing with their richness, depth and rhythmic cadence.
Listen to Sekou Sundiata perform his poem “The Sound of the Memory” at salon.com.
And learn more about him at sites like www.aalbc.com, which writes,
“Before there was Run-D.M.C., before Grandmaster Flash, before Afrika Bambaataa, rap’s true infancy existed with a few black radicals like the Watts Prophets and Gil Scott Heron. For artists such as these, flow, beats, or danceability didn’t matter as much as the message did. They were political poets who were more effective with a musical background. Sekou Sundiata picks up this torch and carries it on, years after rap has gone the way of MTV, dance clubs, and innocuous million sellers.”
Here are the results from a Google search of his name.
God bless, and thank you for bringing us his voice, vision and spirit.