The death of Culture

I was lying at home on sato night, nursing my aching back, listening to Metro, and noticed they were playing a lot of a certain group's music. At some point the presenter indicated that this was in tribute to the lead singer and voice of Culture. Not that I had known whether he was dead or alive - such is the enduring nature of conscious music.

A cousin of mine also passed away and was buried this past Friday. It's especially sad when kind, giving, young people die. I was pointing this out to my mum, to which she responded, "... good people are not lucky. She didn't even get a good husband... Mambo yake imekwisha. Amepumzika".


It is appointed unto men once to die.