Die to live eternally

When Micheal Jackson died, I thought it was a lie, because you know he was full of stunts. I remember when Freakie Tah was shot, I was so touched, I was in my tweens and admired everything my older brother did, meaning, all the music he listened to, I thought was super dope. I walked into the living room in our old home in Lobatse and said: ‘Tseli, jaanong ba bolaile Freakie Tah. Ka goreng jaanong?’

My brother looked at me, and continued to fiddle with the video machine, shrugged his shoulders and said: I don’t know. And then when Left Eye passed away; I was on tour with the marimba band in the US. It was a coldish morning and the radio was playing in our host’s home. In the bathroom. I was touched. Super touched. Like I knew her. I got to the tour bus and was mortified, moping all day. I told my bandmates of the tragedy and they had the same distant reaction my brother had.