by Anura Guruge
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On my 90-minute walk this morning, dear, beloved Oliver Mtukudzi came to mind. I was going through the holiday-related events coming up over the next few weeks and remembered the ‘circus‘ I got tickets to at the Dartmouth HOP. It then came to mind that one of the last concerts we had been to at the HOP was that of Oliver Mtukudzi. And what a night that had been. I got to talk to him. I talked to him about cricket.
I also realized that I haven’t listened to Oliver in some time. These days, when I am at my PC, I mainly listen to music, which is NOT OFTEN, via YouTube. Much easier than any other option at my disposal. As I mention in one of the two posts cited above, though we have hundreds of CDs in this house, I only have 10 (one more since that post) in my office, and two of them happened to be by Oliver! That alone says something.
So, I invoked YouTube and banged in ‘oliver mtukudzi‘. The usual list came up and I, as I knew I would, started off with ‘Neria’. That was so, so GOOD. Ah, ah, ‘Neria’.
I then started looking at the YouTube list when I saw: “The best of Oliver Tuku Mtukudzi. Tribute“.
Ah? ‘Tribue’. Ah? I had a horrible feeling what that signified. And, alas, I was right. Damn. I wish I was wrong (as I am most of the time).
That could be I. Oh, Oliver. Why?
He was a GREAT MAN. He was GOOD MAN. He was MAN that gave so many joy.
Oliver Mtukudzi was A MAN.
by Anura Guruge