A conversation with the late DJ (Part 1)

Robala ka kagiso Soaresh Bashi Sambalanda Katumbela. Wena pholwana ya phala, o goletseng gareng ga mathalerwa. You were as they say, ‘a calf of an impala that grows up in the midst of wild-dogs’. Your going conjures only one word ‘Mishodzi!’ You were a sensitive person son of my mother.

When we gathered to pay our last respect, we were with armed thought police and their brethren… word police of high swivel chairs were among us to make sure we did not over praise you and remind ourselves of the diamantine quality we have lost.