When I was a little white boy I sometimes worked at a petrol station cleaning car windows with a friend to slowly save money for surf related products. We used to share fizzy drinks with the black men who worked as petrol attendants. We talked to them about music. We had Bob Marley in common. But one man smiled high and said: “Bob is good but he’s dead. Lucky Dube.”
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