Killa Blacko was overwhelmed by the receptive nature of Nzulezu dwellers.
They would not let him breathe, they crowded him like ants on sugar.
There is no shred of doubt that he is loved by the people especially children of school-going ages.
They came out in their numbers to watch him perform.
All phones were out, the good, the bad and the ones with hazy cameras were pulled to capture the first sermon crooner deliver which he was either too shy, tired or simply astound to deliver.
His inability to perform would not deter them, they sang the lyrics perfectly almost as if they were the ones who wrote it for them.
Killa was at the village on stilts as part of his tour with Lisadel travel and tours.
Written by Ms Pyper