Cedric Mu

I remember the first time I heard a qaraami melody weave through the air, its lilting notes curling like smoke around the hum of a Detroit street corner. It was a sound that didn’t belong, yet it felt like home—a paradox I’ve carried since my own journey across borders. My name is Cedric Muhikira, and my debut book, Libaax: Grow Your Roots Where You Land, is my attempt to bottle that paradox, to give voice to the immigrant stories that pulse beneath the surface of every city, every life, every heartbeat. Writing Libaax wasn’t just about telling a story—it was about excavating the truths I’ve lived and witnessed. I grew up straddling cultures, my feet planted in two worlds that never quite aligned. One world spoke in the cadence of my childhood, rich with the smells of spiced tea and the laughter of aunties; the other demanded I learn its rhythms, its slang, its unspoken rules. In Detroit, where grit and soul collide, I found the perfect canvas to paint Ayaan’s story—a Somali immigrant who arrives with a civil engineering degree, a suitcase full of memories, and a heart heavy with displacement. Ayaan’s journey in Libaax is not the tidy arc of tragedy or triumph we’re used to hearing about immigrants. It’s messier, more human. He’s scrubbing dishes one minute, spinning records the next, layering Somali qaraami melodies with trap beats as DJ Ayaan. His motorcycle, named Libaax, becomes his escape, his rebellion, his way of painting sagas on the asphalt. “He wasn’t the guy who fumbled slang or froze at Kroger’s endless aisles,” I wrote. “On Libaax, he was elemental—a streak of fire painting sagas on the asphalt.” That line, to me, is Ayaan’s heartbeat—his refusal to be reduced, his insistence on becoming. The inspiration for this book came from late-night conversations with first-generation youth, former refugees, and dreamers who, like me, know the ache of being “almost understood.” I wanted to capture the in-between moments—the dishwashing jobs, the fleeting romances, the friendships that stitch you back together. Ayaan’s connections with Ahmed, a reformed pirate with a quick laugh; Maria, a law student with a sharp mind; and Isabeli, a bartender whose fire matches his own, are the threads that hold his story together. These relationships, like the city of Detroit itself, are raw, vibrant, and unapologetic. Writing Libaax was like building a mixtape. I’d blast qaraami and trap, letting the beats guide my pen. One of my favorite moments was crafting Ayaan’s first DJ gig—a scene where the club’s pulse syncs with his own, where every scent, flicker of light, and bass drop feels alive. The challenge was staying honest. Migration isn’t a monolith; it’s not all pain or all victory. It’s the stubborn beauty of carving space in a world that doesn’t always make room for you. I wanted Ayaan’s story to honor that complexity without romanticizing or pitying it. Why immigrants? Because I am one. Because I know the weight of carrying a story that doesn’t fit neatly into someone else’s narrative. Because too often, we’re flattened into statistics or stereotypes, our truths buried under headlines. Ayaan’s story is a composite of so many real ones—young men who dream big, stumble hard, and keep dancing anyway. Through him, I explore displacement and identity, music as resistance, and the poetry of seeking home in unfamiliar places. I delve into masculinity and vulnerability, showing Ayaan’s emotional interiority, and celebrate the chosen family that anchors us when roots feel out of reach. Libaax is for anyone who loves stories that sing—adult and young adult readers drawn to immigrant narratives, urban fiction, or coming-of-age tales with lyrical prose. It’s for educators, social workers, and students diving into diaspora studies. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt like they’re remixing their own culture to fit a new world. What makes it unique? Its fusion of music, emotion, and urban grit. It’s not just about trauma or assimilation—it’s about how we rebuild joy, forge new rhythms, and claim agency in the chaos. For others, I hope it sparks empathy, curiosity, and a hunger to listen. This book is my bridge, my offering, my way of saying: these stories matter. You can find Libaax: Grow Your Roots Where You Land on Amazon or learn more at cedricmuhikira.com. I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be hosting digital readings on Zoom, visiting book clubs, and holding a book signing at a Detroit independent bookstore this fall. These events are about more than the book—they’re about fostering conversations on migration, identity, and storytelling through music. Stay tuned for dates and details by following me on social media. This is just the beginning. Ayaan’s story, and the stories of so many others, are still being written—on vinyl, on asphalt, in the quiet moments of becoming. I hope you’ll join me in listening to their rhythm.

I remember the first time I heard a qaraami melody weave through the air, its lilting notes curling like smoke around the hum of a Detroit street corner. It was a sound that didn’t belong, yet it felt like home—a paradox I’ve carried since my own journey across borders. My name is Cedric Muhikira, and my debut book, Libaax: Grow Your Roots Where You Land, is my attempt to bottle that paradox, to give voice to the immigrant stories that pulse beneath the surface of every city, every life, every heartbeat. Cedric Mu’s Journey Shapes Libaax Writing Libaax wasn’t just about telling a story—it was about excavating the truths I’ve lived and witnessed. I grew up straddling cultures, my feet planted in two worlds that never quite aligned. One world spoke in the cadence of my childhood, rich with the smells of spiced tea and the laughter of aunties; the other demanded I learn its rhythms, its slang, its unspoken rules. In Detroit, where grit and soul collide, I found the perfect canvas to paint Ayaan’s story—a Somali immigrant who arrives with a civil engineering degree, a suitcase full of memories, and a heart heavy with displacement. Ayaan’s Story in Libaax: Raw and Real Ayaan’s journey in Libaax is not the tidy arc of tragedy or triumph we’re used to hearing about immigrants. It’s messier, more human. He’s scrubbing dishes one minute, spinning records the next, layering Somali qaraami melodies with trap beats as DJ Ayaan. His motorcycle, named Libaax, becomes his escape, his rebellion, his way of painting sagas on the asphalt. “He wasn’t the guy who fumbled slang or froze at Kroger’s endless aisles,” I wrote. “On Libaax, he was elemental—a streak of fire painting sagas on the asphalt.” That line, to me, is Ayaan’s heartbeat—his refusal to be reduced, his insistence on becoming. Inspiration Behind Cedric Mu’s Libaax Late-night conversations with first-generation youth, former refugees, and dreamers—people who, like me, know the ache of being ‘almost understood’—inspired this book. I wanted to capture the in-between moments—the dishwashing jobs, the fleeting romances, the friendships that stitch you back together. Ayaan’s connections with Ahmed, a reformed pirate with a quick laugh; Maria, a law student with a sharp mind; and Isabeli, a bartender whose fire matches his own, are the threads that hold his story together. These relationships, like the city of Detroit itself, are raw, vibrant, and unapologetic. Crafting Libaax: Cedric Mu’s Creative Process Writing Libaax was like building a mixtape. I’d blast qaraami and trap, letting the beats guide my pen. One of my favorite moments was crafting Ayaan’s first DJ gig—a scene where the club’s pulse syncs with his own, where every scent, flicker of light, and bass drop feels alive. The challenge was staying honest. Migration isn’t a monolith; it’s not all pain or all victory. It’s the stubborn beauty of carving space in a world that doesn’t always make room for you. I wanted Ayaan’s story to honor that complexity without romanticizing or pitying it. Why Cedric Mu Chose Immigrant Stories Why immigrants? I am one. I know the weight of carrying a story that doesn’t fit neatly into someone else’s narrative. Too often, we’re flattened into statistics or stereotypes, our truths buried under headlines.Ayaan’s story is a composite of so many real ones—young men who dream big, stumble hard, and keep dancing anyway. Through him, I explore displacement and identity, music as resistance, and the poetry of seeking home in unfamiliar places. I delve into masculinity and vulnerability, showing Ayaan’s emotional interiority, and celebrate the chosen family that anchors us when roots feel out of reach. Who Is Libaax For? Libaax is for anyone who loves stories that sing—adult and young adult readers drawn to immigrant narratives, urban fiction, or coming-of-age tales with lyrical prose. It’s for educators, social workers, and students diving into diaspora studies. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt like they’re remixing their own culture to fit a new world. What makes it unique? Its fusion of music, emotion, and urban grit. It’s not just about trauma or assimilation—it’s about how we rebuild joy, forge new rhythms, and claim agency in the chaos. Cedric Mu’s Vision for Libaax I hope Libaax does more than entertain. My wish is for readers to see immigrants as fully human—funny, fierce, flawed, and luminous. For immigrant readers especially, I want the story to reflect their experiences and help them feel less alone. For others, I hope it sparks empathy, curiosity, and a hunger to listen. This book is my bridge, my offering, my way of saying: these stories matter. Join Cedric Mu’s Libaax Journey You can find Libaax: Grow Your Roots Where You Land on Amazon or learn more at cedricmuhikira.com. I’m thrilled to host digital readings on Zoom, visit book clubs, and sign books at an independent bookstore in Detroit this fall. These events are about more than the book—they’re about fostering conversations on migration, identity, and storytelling through music. Stay tuned for dates and details by following me on social media. Cedric Mu’s Call to Listen This is just the beginning. Ayaan’s story, and the stories of so many others, are still being written—on vinyl, on asphalt, in the quiet moments of becoming. I hope you’ll join me in listening to their rhythm.

I was sixteen when I first realized stories could carry you across borders. Growing up between cultures, I’d sit cross-legged on the floor of my aunt’s cramped apartment, listening to her weave tales of Mogadishu’s bustling markets, the scent of cardamom lingering in her words. Those stories weren’t just memories—they were lifelines, stitching together the fragments of a life left behind. Years later, in the gritty pulse of Detroit, I found myself chasing that same thread, trying to capture the raw, unspoken truths of immigrant lives in my debut book, Libaax: Grow Your Roots Where You Land. This is the story of how I became a storyteller, and why I believe immigrant voices deserve to be heard, loud and unfiltered. Writing Ayaan’s Story in Libaax When I started writing Libaax, I wasn’t thinking about book deals or bestseller lists. I was thinking about Ayaan, my protagonist, a Somali immigrant who lands in Detroit with a civil engineering degree and a suitcase full of dreams, only to find himself washing dishes in a diner that smells of grease and regret. Ayaan’s story isn’t mine, but it’s born from the same soil—conversations with first-generation youth, former refugees, and dreamers who’ve known the ache of being almost understood. I saw their resilience in the way they laughed too loud at corner store jokes, or the way they’d remix old qaraami melodies with trap beats in basement studios. I wanted to write a story that didn’t just mourn displacement but celebrated the stubborn beauty of becoming. Capturing the Rhythm of Libaax Writing Ayaan’s journey felt like spinning a record. Each chapter had to hit the right beat—grief, joy, isolation, defiance—all layered like tracks in a mixtape. There’s this one moment in the book where Ayaan, now DJ Ayaan, steps into his first gig, the air thick with sweat and anticipation. I remember writing that scene, my headphones blaring, trying to catch the exact rhythm of his transformation. “He wasn’t the guy who fumbled slang or froze at Kroger’s endless aisles. On Libaax, he was elemental—a streak of fire painting sagas on the asphalt.” That line poured out of me because it’s what I saw in the people around me: immigrants who, despite every odds, found ways to carve out space, to become elemental in a world that often tried to shrink them. Cedric Mu’s Challenges in Crafting Libaax The process wasn’t always smooth. There were nights when the weight of these stories—mine, Ayaan’s, and the countless others I’d heard—felt too heavy. How do you write about migration without slipping into clichés of tragedy or triumph? How do you honor the dishwashing jobs, the fleeting romances, the friendships that become chosen family, without romanticizing or pitying? I wrestled with those questions, pacing my tiny Detroit apartment, the city’s hum seeping through my window. Detroit, with its cracked sidewalks and soulful pulse, became more than a backdrop—it became a character, a witness to Ayaan’s remixing of his Somali roots with the city’s gritty beats. Why Libaax Stands Out What makes Libaax special, I think, is its refusal to flatten the immigrant experience. Ayaan’s story isn’t about “making it” or falling apart—it’s about the in-between, the messy, poetic rhythm of survival. It’s about music as memory, motorcycles as freedom, and friendships with people like Ahmed, a reformed pirate with a wicked sense of humor, or Maria, a law student who sees Ayaan’s fire before he does. It’s about masculinity that dares to be vulnerable, about belonging when home is a moving target. I wrote it for the young adults who see themselves in Ayaan, for the educators and social workers who want to understand their students, for anyone who’s ever felt caught between worlds. Cedric Mu’s Vision for Libaax Readers I hope Libaax does more than tell a story. hope it invites readers to see immigrants as fully human—funny, flawed, fierce, luminous. I want readers to walk away with empathy, yes, but also curiosity, a hunger to ask questions and listen to the answers. For immigrants and their children, I hope they find mirrors in these pages, reflections of their own grit and grace. For others, I hope they hear the pulse of lives too often pushed to the margins. Join Cedric Mu’s Libaax Journey This journey’s just beginning. I’m thrilled to share Libaax through digital readings on Zoom, book club visits, and a book signing at a Detroit independent bookstore this fall. These events aren’t just about the book—they’re about building bridges, sparking conversations about migration, identity, and the power of storytelling. You can find Libaax on Amazon or learn more at cedricmuhikira.com, where I’ll post updates on events and ways to join the dialogue. Cedric Mu’s Love Letter to Immigrants Writing Libaax taught me that stories don’t just preserve—they amplify. They take the quiet moments—the dishwater hands, the late-night rides, the laughter over shared meals—and turn them into something resonant, something that demands to be heard. This book is my love letter to every immigrant who’s ever dared to grow their roots where they land. I hope you’ll read it, feel it, and carry its rhythm with you.