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”Fews hours later I’m sitting at work and I see RIP tuku. I think no I hope 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. 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 aswell 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 ever 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 “Gods will” and I cannot change it, I cannot challenge I must accept it and know that it is 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.
“I Disapprove of What You Say, But I Will Defend to the Death Your Right to Say It” Evelyn Beatrice Hall
We all disagree this we know but letting others think what they want this we don’t seem to be able to do.
We always have to comment wonder how to try convince others of our vision, our religion or to our political party.
Life has brought us all to this exact position so you may never be able to reason with others to bring them to your side.
Use of violence to convince never works not only because you are now allowing yourself to have violence used to have your mind changed but also because all it does is build resentment not true conversion.
Violence will make people agree with you for the moment but real and true discourse will allow you to not only change the mind of that person but their husband, their children, their friends and maybe even others in their communities.
I borrowed this book last summer from a co-worker and still have it. It has taken me a longer time than is polite to have someone’s book but I think any true readers can understand sometimes book reading does not go according to plan.
I finally finished it and I wanted to read this book because all through my undergrad there was a teacher that kept telling us that he did not know why our school put Plato and Aristotle on such a high horse as the Stoics were better. I was never really sure what he was talking about but I made a mental note to get to the books eventually and I guess I finally did.
I loved this book and as much as I am concerned with communities and the collective we can never forget the individuals that make up those collectives. As a person that is constantly in my mind trying to make myself better I learnt from this book. It was a reminder that the quest for success is kinda stupid its best to be a good and wise person that does not worry too much about silly things and that one must at least try to be vegetarian. Continue reading Letters From a Stoic by Seneca