Story Prologue

In the ethereal realm, on the eve of June 22nd, 2000, the ancient city of Dire Dawa in Ethiopia bore witness to a celestial convergence. The High Goddess Lol'rell T'ell, weaver of cosmic destinies, bestowed a divine purpose upon Ms. Abdula Yohannes Mebrete Keya—a 25-year-old songstress and spiritual seeker. In the tapestry of dreams, the goddess revealed her chosen one, anointing Abdula as the harbinger of creation's rebirth.

Act 1 Abdula's Childhood Memories

As the morning sun painted the skyline of London with hues of amber, Abdula found herself immersed in a lit music studio. The ethereal melodies of her debut album, "Afro Lady Volume 1," echoed within the walls. The rhythmic beats and soulful lyrics intertwined, birthing a musical tapestry.

Abdula: (struggling with vocals) Something feels off, Bert. I can't seem to capture the essence I envisioned for "City of Her Heart."

Bert Bennings: (leaning against the studio console) Take a breath, Abdula. We're here to make magic. Let's figure this out together.

Dante Wubete Assi Yaaseen: (entering with a cup of tea) Abdula, dear, a little tea might soothe those vocal chords. And remember, the heart of Dire Dawa is in every note you sing.

Abdula: (accepting the tea) Thank you, Dante. (sips tea) It's just... I want this to be perfect, to honor where I come from.

Walt Brenshire: (entering the studio) Abdula, darling, perfection is born from passion. Let's try a take where you let your emotions guide you. Waltz through the city in your heart.

Abdula: (nodding) You're right, Walt. Okay, let's give it another shot.

As Abdula steps back into the recording booth, Dante offers a reassuring smile. The room fills with the rich tapestry of music, each note intertwining with Abdula's journey from Ethiopia to London. In that moment, it's not just a song; it's the symphony of her heart.

After the final notes of a song resonated, Abdula reclined on a plush sofa, surrounded by the afterglow of creative energy. In the stillness, memories of her childhood danced before her eyes. She reflected on the poignant journey from Dire Dawa to London, a tale etched with tragedy and resilience.

In the quietude of the studio, Abdula's mind wandered to the faces of her parents—Alengae Cherenebereck and Fikre Fisseha Biruh Keya. Together, they had navigated the tumultuous currents of life, fleeing Ethiopia during a harrowing incident in Somalia. The echoes of that past mingled with the harmonies of her present, creating a symphony of resilience and hope.

Act 1 A chat with her Parents

Abdula: (savoring the last sip of tea) That hit the spot. Thanks, Dante.

Alengae Cherenebereck: (entering with Fikre Fisseha Biruh Keya, Abdula's parents) Abdula, my child!

Fikre Fisseha Biruh Keya: (smiling) Surprise, my dear. We brought you some Ethiopian snacks.

Abdula: (hugging them) Mom, Dad! What a wonderful surprise. I missed you both.

Alengae Cherenebereck: (handing over snacks) We thought you might need a taste of home in the midst of your creative endeavors.

Abdula: (gratefully taking the snacks) It's been a journey, hasn't it? From Dire Dawa to London. Remember that tragic incident in Somalia?

Fikre Fisseha Biruh Keya: (nodding solemnly) It feels like another lifetime, but the strength we found in each other carried us through.

Abdula: (reflecting) And here I am, recording an album that blends the echoes of our past with the rhythm of the present.

Alengae Cherenebereck: (placing a hand on Abdula's shoulder) Your music is a bridge, my love. Connecting the chapters of our lives.

Abdula: (teary-eyed) I want the world to hear the heartbeats of Dire Dawa in every note.

As they share the snacks and reminisce about their journey, the studio becomes a haven where the threads of family and music weave together, creating a tapestry of love, resilience, and the City of Her Heart.

Act 2 Breakfast with Dante

Abdula's Apartment, Downtown London, July 5th, 2000

Abdula and Dante sit at the cozy dining table, indulging in a hearty English breakfast. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed tea fills the air.

Abdula: (savoring a bite) There's something about English breakfast that grounds me. So, Dante, I've been meaning to share something with you.

Dante: (curious) Lay it on me, Abdula. What's on your mind?

Abdula: (pausing) A month ago, I had this vivid dream. The High Goddess Lol'rell T'ell visited me, spoke of spiritual gifts, and deemed me a goddess of creation.

Dante: (raised eyebrows) A goddess? Abdula, that's extraordinary.

Abdula: (nods) It felt surreal, like a calling. And it's not the only unusual encounter I've had. When I was thirteen, I met Nigera, a famous singer. She inspired me to pursue music.

Dante: (intrigued) Nigera? The legendary singer? What was that like?

Abdula: (smiling) I was starstruck. She saw something in me, a spark, and encouraged me to follow my passion. It's like she sensed the music in my soul.

Dante: (thoughtful) Abdula, these experiences seem intertwined, like pieces of a cosmic puzzle guiding you toward something extraordinary.

Abdula: (nodding) I can't shake the feeling that my music, the goddess's visit, and Nigera's influence are all threads weaving into a destiny beyond my understanding.

As they continue their conversation over breakfast, the threads of fate and inspiration intertwine, setting the stage for Abdula's extraordinary journey—a journey that transcends the boundaries of music and embraces the mystical whispers of the universe. To be continued....