13 years ago, I travelled through Southern and East Africa, accompanied by a bootleg tape of Lucky Dube's music. I think I bought the tape somewhere in Zambia and Zimbabwe, as I made my way up this majestic continent.
Lucky's music touched me. He seemed to me to capture an essential duality of much of Africa. Happy but sad, melancholic yet so amazingly melodic.
I remember well, on magical nights, swaying to Lucky's lyrics, accompanied by other wayward travelling souls.
Rest in Perfect Peace Lucky Dube.
