The pastor preach, the congregates bleach....here the artist is called to question the essence of morality in the wake of moral decadence. When the people speak and the superiors they speak to, take a dive deep into the questionable pools, the people speak to question, here the artist is called to sing. When the sun denies us the lustre at anticipated times, when the moon submits to darkness before we see the road awaiting us...we paint the pictures to depict the terrain and ask a question or plenty. When the land we have cannot make a home for us.... Unfathomably so, everybody wants to know how i lost the brighter shades of my skin colour to the political machinations of the Addis Ababa parliament. Verily I say; those are the Shades of Black for you.