By Smitta Smitten
The Smitta had one of them strange weekend-skiz where you donno if you’re comin, goan, or falling just in-between the piano cracks of the planet. On furahi-day eve, on the invite of Mike n the resta dat Jijue crew, I made me way to the Mavuno Dome for the ‘Jars of Clay’ concert; leaving the genius Maddo at Alliance discoverin’ the origins of Benga with twerps like Papa Shimita.