THE DEATH OF LUCKY DUBE

Lucky Dube. Where I come from, his name has become synonymous with all things pertaining to humanity and its self-regulating capacities. For decades, his music spoke of the virtues to which South Africa aspired and thus assured us that even with the indelible setbacks apartheid, we still had the power and indeed the will to self-regulate as a people, turn around our thinking and reach for the ideal that is The Rainbow Nation.

There really is nothing I can write about this man that would really capture the way he changed my life personally as a black child growing up exposed to apartheid South Africa, and simply as a member of the human race.

His death is a shock to all of us and it honestly pisses me off that people can just randomly shoot a father in front of his children, hijack his car and expect to get away with it. Rest in peace, Lucky Dube.