“Oh, you mean Stevie Wonder?” I asked him.
“Yes, I think that is him,” he answered. “He is a comedian?”
“No, he’s a musician.”
“And he is blind?”
“Yes,” I told him. “You haven’t heard of Stevie Wonder?” Evidently the world-famous Stevie Wonder wasn’t known in the remote villages of Africa.
“If he is blind, then how can he see the keys of the piano?”
“I don’t know. He just listens to the notes and feels his way around.”
“Oh, so the music sounds bad and all mixed up?”
“No, he’s really good. He plays a lot of songs. Haven’t you heard of ‘Ebony and Ivory?'” It would have been the perfect Ebony and Ivory moment between the two of us, talking together in perfect harmony, if not for my tan Filipino-American skin. It was more like Ebony and Coffee With Milk, Two Sugars.
“That is a song he plays?”
“He plays it and sings along.”
“No, you are joking,” he said, chuckling in doubt. His bright ivory smile glimmered between his dark ebony lips.
“No, he really does. He plays the piano and sways his head while he sings,” I explained as I did Mr. Wonder’s signature motions. “Sometimes he even plays the harmonica.” My Stevie Wonder mimic was more like the slithering of the indigenous spitting cobra and it made Cisco really start to laugh.
“You are a fool!” He went off to tend to the campfire in disbelief.
“No, I’m not joking!” He thought I was trying to pull a fast one on him, or just perpetuating the bucolic myth. So I had to do what America has done in the past: call in the British Army for backup—a fellow traveler in our safari group from London who had served in Her Majesty’s Royal Troops.
“Bob, you know who Stevie Wonder is, right? Cisco here doesn’t believe me that he’s blind and can play the piano.”
“Ah yes, Stevie Wonder,” Private Bob said in his prim and proper British accent. “He’s a black American musician who is blind and plays the piano. He’s quite famous really.” The same information coming out of a respectable British soldier was enough to convince the deluded Botswanan.
“I will have to tell my friends that it is true then. There is a man in America who is blind and can play the piano.”
“Actually, there’s another. Have you heard of Ray Charles?”
Cisco burst into laughter. “Ha ha! Oh, now I know you are just fooling me!” He shook his head and laughed and went away to make dinner. Oh, if only Stevie Wonder could see the smile on his face.
Erik R. Trinidad is an aspiring travel writer and amateur photographer. He has traveled to six continents to date in search of adventure, from the white foaming waters of the Zambezi to the white foaming head of a Guinness in a London pub. He currently resides in Jersey City, New Jersey, just a hop, skip and a swim across the Hudson from New York City.
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