Saturday, October 20, 2007
RIP Lucky Dube
I rode a minibus into Kingstown this morning and the radio was blasting tributes to Lucky Dube. Many of the passengers on the van were singing along in a way that was almost spiritual. Mixed with the singing was murmurs of regret that one so gifted was taken away from them. I couldn't help being moved by the genuine outpourings of grief coming from people who only knew him by his music. However, that's the sorta emotion that comes out when some one you identify with dies. It's even more poignant when the person is young and the death is sudden. However, I still can't escape the irony of how much he sounded like Peter Tosh and that both died by the gun.