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@quonnectmarketday: Fun Shopping Experience 🛍️ on Saturday 5th September At Centenary Park, Near, Hotel Africana, Free Entry #quonnectmarketday #shopping #fyp #foryoupage❤️❤️ #shoppinghaul @Hellen Lukoma @PERCY MWASE | CULTUREPRENEUR

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In 1999, I applied for two tenure-track positions. One was at Renison. The other was in New Zealand. My reasons for applying to New Zealand were not exactly pure. Well—not entirely. I am a great fan of yachting. Go figure: the girl from the other side of the tracks loves the America’s Cup. It just happened that the finals were taking place in Auckland at exactly the same time as the interviews. I had it all worked out. If they shortlisted me, they would fly me to New Zealand. I would give them a brilliant interview, then slip away to Auckland and relish the Cup. Academic ambition. Cultural enrichment. Free airfare. What could possibly go wrong? 🫣 They shortlisted me. For the interview, I studied up. I reviewed everything the Chair and department had written. I learned about the institution, studied its history and immersed myself in the culture. I wanted to understand the place before asking it to understand me. That was how I prepared. Read first. Listen carefully. Learn the language of the room before entering it. And somewhere along the way, I discovered Hayley Westenra singing Pōkarekare Ana. I was not looking for her. I was gathering information, following one thread into another, when suddenly there she was. Then came the first note. I wept. Not because the song was sad, exactly. The feeling was deeper than sadness. It was the resonance of emotion and longing—the unmistakable sound of something beautiful reaching a place inside me that words could not. Her voice was so clear that it seemed to contain no distance between feeling and sound. No strain. No performance calling attention to itself. The voice simply opened—and the Song passed through. Arguably, the purest voice I had ever heard. There are technically accomplished singers who impress us. There are powerful singers who overwhelm us. And then, very rarely, there is a voice that recognizes us. Hayley’s did. It found the longing before I had named it. It touched the part of me that remembered beauty even when life had given me reasons to forget. For those few minutes, I was not preparing for an interview, constructing an argument or proving that I belonged in the room. I was simply listening. And weeping. That is resonance. It is not merely hearing a note. It is the moment something outside you reaches the same frequency as something within you—and both begin to vibrate. The singer releases the sound. The listener completes it. Perhaps that was the real preparation. I had studied the Chair’s work. I had studied the department. I had studied the culture. But Hayley Westenra reminded me to study what moved me. Knowledge prepared my mind for the interview. Her voice reopened my heart. Fittingly, the album was called Pure. Pure does not mean untouched by sorrow. It means the sorrow has passed through without corrupting the gift. The longing remains, but it has been transformed into something clear enough to offer another person. That is what a beautiful voice can do. It does not tell us what to feel. It finds the feeling already waiting—and gives it a Song. Then New Zealand delivered its final surprise. Despite shortlisting an applicant from the other side of the world, they conducted the interviews over the internet. No flight. No Auckland. No America’s Cup. Hopes, wishes and dreams—dashed. 🫣💥 Still, New Zealand had given me something I had not known to seek: a voice so beautiful that, from its first note, I wept. Not because I was broken. Because, for one exquisite moment, I was perfectly tuned. And instead of New Zealand— I got Renison. 😂🦕🤦 ⸻ Resonance: Pōkarekare Ana — Hayley Westenra Albums: Pure and River of Dreams ⚖️🦉🪽⚜️ #work #Home #humour #truth #Love
In 1999, I applied for two tenure-track positions. One was at Renison. The other was in New Zealand. My reasons for applying to New Zealand were not exactly pure. Well—not entirely. I am a great fan of yachting. Go figure: the girl from the other side of the tracks loves the America’s Cup. It just happened that the finals were taking place in Auckland at exactly the same time as the interviews. I had it all worked out. If they shortlisted me, they would fly me to New Zealand. I would give them a brilliant interview, then slip away to Auckland and relish the Cup. Academic ambition. Cultural enrichment. Free airfare. What could possibly go wrong? 🫣 They shortlisted me. For the interview, I studied up. I reviewed everything the Chair and department had written. I learned about the institution, studied its history and immersed myself in the culture. I wanted to understand the place before asking it to understand me. That was how I prepared. Read first. Listen carefully. Learn the language of the room before entering it. And somewhere along the way, I discovered Hayley Westenra singing Pōkarekare Ana. I was not looking for her. I was gathering information, following one thread into another, when suddenly there she was. Then came the first note. I wept. Not because the song was sad, exactly. The feeling was deeper than sadness. It was the resonance of emotion and longing—the unmistakable sound of something beautiful reaching a place inside me that words could not. Her voice was so clear that it seemed to contain no distance between feeling and sound. No strain. No performance calling attention to itself. The voice simply opened—and the Song passed through. Arguably, the purest voice I had ever heard. There are technically accomplished singers who impress us. There are powerful singers who overwhelm us. And then, very rarely, there is a voice that recognizes us. Hayley’s did. It found the longing before I had named it. It touched the part of me that remembered beauty even when life had given me reasons to forget. For those few minutes, I was not preparing for an interview, constructing an argument or proving that I belonged in the room. I was simply listening. And weeping. That is resonance. It is not merely hearing a note. It is the moment something outside you reaches the same frequency as something within you—and both begin to vibrate. The singer releases the sound. The listener completes it. Perhaps that was the real preparation. I had studied the Chair’s work. I had studied the department. I had studied the culture. But Hayley Westenra reminded me to study what moved me. Knowledge prepared my mind for the interview. Her voice reopened my heart. Fittingly, the album was called Pure. Pure does not mean untouched by sorrow. It means the sorrow has passed through without corrupting the gift. The longing remains, but it has been transformed into something clear enough to offer another person. That is what a beautiful voice can do. It does not tell us what to feel. It finds the feeling already waiting—and gives it a Song. Then New Zealand delivered its final surprise. Despite shortlisting an applicant from the other side of the world, they conducted the interviews over the internet. No flight. No Auckland. No America’s Cup. Hopes, wishes and dreams—dashed. 🫣💥 Still, New Zealand had given me something I had not known to seek: a voice so beautiful that, from its first note, I wept. Not because I was broken. Because, for one exquisite moment, I was perfectly tuned. And instead of New Zealand— I got Renison. 😂🦕🤦 ⸻ Resonance: Pōkarekare Ana — Hayley Westenra Albums: Pure and River of Dreams ⚖️🦉🪽⚜️ #work #Home #humour #truth #Love
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