Lucky DubeBy Iquo B. Essien, The AFRican Blogger

Lucky Dube
By Iquo B. Essien, The AFRican Blogger

Published on Sun, Oct 21 2007 by Iquo Essien

I've been out of commission for a minute working on my first semester film. I have so many positive things to tell you about the experience, but since returning to reality, news of the death of South AFRican reggae legend Lucky Dube trumps all of them.

Shots were fired at Dube's car as he was dropping off his two teenage children Thursday night in Johannesburg, killing the 43-year-old who is survived by his wife and seven kids -- among them a three-month-old baby. To tell you the truth, I've been listening to Lucky Dube since I was a little girl. At late night AFRican parties, his soft voice and chill vibe were exactly what was needed in the wee hours of the morning. He managed to preach a message about ending pain, suffering, and crime, while promoting peace, set to a reggae beat. Like the lyrics to "Prisoner":

Somebody told me about it
When I was still a little boy
He said to me, crime does not pay
He said to me, education is the key

It's shocking that Lucky came to such a violent end. I was just thinking to myself how lucky I had been, driving through Soweto in a black VW golf -- the most coveted by armed robbers -- with no idea which road to take to Meadowlands. I came upon a group of boys at a car repair shop, whom I entrusted with my life, letting them hop in my car and drive me to my destination. I tend to operate under a false sense of security when I'm on the continent. I figure that NYC is about as bad as it gets, when really, my chances of being carjacked anywhere in the US is probably much less than in NG, for instance.

I wonder if the robbers knew it was Lucky they were shooting at. I wonder if they knew, and shot at him because they thought he had money. I wonder if they will be brought to justice. I can bet you that, among them, at least one owns a Lucky Dube CD. And the thing is, no matter what he was carrying on him, it could never pay for the spirit they've taken from the world. It will never bring them as much joy as what they stole from his family.

I often wonder if those who bear a peaceful message to the world are doomed to be destroyed by all the hate that lives here.


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