Playing For Change Scholarship Christmas


With Christmas sneaking up faster than a Canadian winter; ponder a gift of musical change. Playing For Change takes music to some of the poorest countries in the world. With schools in Nepal, Mali, Rwanda, Thailand, Ghana and South Africa – Playing for change has established safe havens where hope is built around music. Music releases trauma, builds confidence, teaches skills and gives purpose and structure to young lives. Lives that might otherwise fall by the way side.

Be creative – take PFC donations at your office, make your own Playing For Change video to share on the PFC website. Involve your kids school – dedicate a few hours a week; involve the students – have them perform PFC style. Put up posters in your community; invite people to perform at a community Playing For Change day. Or make a donation in someone’s name as a gift of “change”.

It’s no secret – I stand behind, and believe in the power of music. Ponder a Playing For Change Christmas.

Timbuktu


In my mind Timbuktu resided on a book shelf, along side Shangri La and El Dorado. I saw it as a place born in the mind of Edgar Rice Burroughs, nothing more than a fictional backdrop for characters like Allan Quartermain. Unlike King Solomon‘s Mine Timbuktu lacked biblical reference, escaping Hollywood treatments featuring Charlton Heston. Instead it was relegated to a euphemism for the ends of the earth, it became synonymous with expressions like “when pigs fly” or “when hell freezes over”.

Timbuktu is far from fictional, and finds itself in a rather tough spot. Located in Mali, this UNESCO World Heritage Site is on the endangered list. Timbuktu was the centre of Islamic teaching in Africa during the 15th and 16th centuries. Located on the edge of the Saharan trade routes, it was believed to have housed 100,000 people in the glory days of the Askia dynasty. Of concern to UNESCO are the Sankore, Djingareyber, and Sidi Yahia Mosques. Urban development, climate, and now war threaten to impact these historical treasures beyond repair.

My ponder is not that Timbuktu is tangible, my thoughts are stuck on Islam and what went wrong. Built during the golden age of Islam, Timbuktu epitomizes a society built on science and knowledge. Europe wallowed in the Dark Ages, while Islam flourished. Of course there was , violence, war, and conquest; human nature is unavoidable. The sad fact is; these once great centres of science and innovation have disintegrated into rigid, closed minded societies, engulfed in religious fervor to the exclusion of all else.

The cradle of civilization is imploding, and it appears history has taught us nothing. Timbuktu exists for now, not as it was but as it has become. I liked it better when it was on my book shelf.

                   Timbuktu            © UNESCO