“When I was fifteen I played for a football club in Burundi called Ajax. Because of this, I heard about Ajax in Amsterdam and the legendary Johan Cruijff. When I was twenty-one I left to live in Amsterdam. I wanted to travel the world, wanted to know what happened on the other side of the globe. With just a bag and a few pairs of trousers, shirts and slippers I arrived here. It wasn’t my plan to stay and work here forever. I only really came to smoke some weed. I ended up staying here, as I thought it was great.
As a musician I travel the world. When I get back to Amsterdam I’m always really happy. Amsterdam is the most beautiful city in the world. And Capetown. I can compare it to Amsterdam. I miss nothing about Burundi. Except people: friends, family. But I now know more Dutch people than Burundians.
I still smoke weed. In the comfort of my own home. Coffee shops used to be pleasant places. Now they have become too commercial and only tourists visit them.
I have four children. All Amsterdammers. I am no longer with their mothers. My children sometimes call me papa, sometimes Jampara. We don’t see each other very often, but we love each other and that is more important.
I am a normal, small guy. I’m not rich, but am more than happy. I don’t know anyone who’s happier than me. I’ve done everything, had everything, have no stress, don’t need to be a millionaire or fancy car. As long as I can play my guitar.
I have played everywhere, except in the Vondelpark and on the Museumplein. As a proper Amsterdammer I really think I should play there.”
52 people in Amsterdam have the Burundian nationality