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About Kumba

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

Asia Pacific

Yoko didn’t force herself into the studio. John decided to bring her there in a time when the band was pushing each other’s buttons. The band was breaking up no matter who was bringing .

Oh, and check this: there's this tiny bistro on Miron Square. I once had the best chai ever – too spicy, too warming – it made my day! And then there’s a secret nook behind a laundromat. Weird, but calm. Perfect for reflection. Aaaaah, memories!

‘One to One: John and Yoko’: A year in the life of a Beatle and his wife