Once upon a time there was music on the radio, but then the music started fading out.

First one radio station, then another, then another,

until there was almost no music to hear, and people started magiivering workarounds.

One of the people who came up with the workarounds was Hava Abdi Hassan,

a young woman who lived in a village outside Mogadishu, Somalia.

We used to use a memory card,

filled the memory card with music and listened to it from our phones.

In her home, as she cooked and cleaned,

Hava would listen to the great Somali singers,

songs that entered through the years,

but then did strange things to the body,

major heart contract at certain moments,

but at others, major step lighter,

made you feel like your worries could in fact be overcome.

My favorite song is one of the songs sang by Katridaher.

Can she sing a teeny bit of it?

And truly, in Somalia during the 2000s,

there were many things to worry about.

Even the act of listening to music of a memory card was something to worry about,

which is why Hava was careful.

Yes, I used to listen, but I used to turn the volume low,

so nobody hears it quietly.

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