Today I sat and was listening to Whitney. I thought about how her daughter died after her and was thinking that some people just die but some die of heartbreak.
The inability to continue without a loved one.
Maybe they are in heaven saying “No father someone must come with me”, “ Someone must help me get this place ready for those that are coming”
A few hours later I’m sitting at work and I see RIP tuku. I think no, I hope it is fake news. You always want it to be fake news when you do not agree with it right?
Then I go check twitter and it’s true the legend is gone. It seems like all the legends are dying my father included among them.
Last year I was so sad when Hugh Masekela died, I thought o man I will never get to see him perform. When I saw Tuku I had been telling my mum that I need to see him before he dies. I guess my dream came true. He was excellent he had his wife on stage as well which was cute.
I remember seeing a video of him talking about his friend Hugh when he died. He was saying he has even come kumusha with me. It’s not every friend that goes to your home home with you. I think if you are African you can understand this.
They died on the same day. To go with a loved one is amazing for those that are going but terrible for those that are left behind. Double the loss but would we have one of our own alone up there? Someone must go first. Someone must go and setup things, tell us how the journey is, make way for us and clear the path.
I have been coming to terms with the idea that it is “God’s will” and I cannot change it, I cannot challenge it, I must accept it and know that it’s for the best.
We can have no ancestors without death, we can never see heaven without death, we can’t appreciate life without death.
All that to say Tuku RIP
May your music continue to connect me to those I have lost my gogo, dadi and to those living my mother and those I wish could have seen you.
Who hurt me?
Why am I so bitter?
Well that time that you hit on my friend, ye that time, ye that made me bitter
Why don’t I trust you?
Well I just went through your phone
Why do I care about what other people are saying?
Well they just showed me your two other girlfriends
Why do I need to put a label on everything?
Well it’s the last little dignity I have
Why am I leaving
Because you hurt me
Why do I think you are like every other guy?
Well every other guy asked me the same question, then went on to do the same things
So again who hurt me?
#TThoughts on Love From Africa