Mani Martin’s journey is not just about music, but about becoming human in public. Born the 7th of 17 children in a small village in western Rwanda, his gift emerged early through church and community. Following that calling created deep family and religious tension, but his mother stood by him, leaving him with words that would guide his life: “Follow the star of music wherever it goes.”
By age 11 he was traveling the country singing, by 15 he had written Mfite Urukumbuzi, and by 16 he received Rwanda’s first music award after the genocide. Fame came early, but it cost him playfulness, privacy, and the freedom to simply be a child. As he grew, Mani’s music evolved into a fusion of culture, faith, and lived experience. With no mentors and no established industry, he built his path alone, choosing authenticity over trends. When he stepped beyond church music to sing about unity and shared humanity, backlash followed.
Growth was mistaken for betrayal. The pressure of public expectation eventually pushed him to step away from the spotlight, study contemplative leadership, work as a researcher, and rediscover himself beyond the image of the singer everyone thought they knew. A flood destroyed his home while he was inside, wiping out everything he owned instruments, awards, degrees, memories. Surviving that moment stripped life down to its essence and became what he calls his rebirth. Music, once again, became medicine. His album Rebirth was created not for performance or validation, but for healing and meaning. It carries a simple truth that runs through this conversation: every breath is rebirth, and when everything external falls away, what remains is who you truly are.