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Facebook keeps Sam Mtukudzi alive

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“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them,” so goes one of the best quotes to ever come out of the 1994 American action-thriller film, The Crow.

And so it has been for Sam Mtukudzi’s fans, whose nostalgia for the youthful saxophonist has seen them continue “talking” to him or loving him at least on the popular social media, Facebook.

Six months after a shocking tragic accident that robbed the nation of the young promising musician and his sound engineer-cum-best friend Owen Chimhare, fans have in their numbers been meeting on his Facebook wall page to share their memories and love for the late star.

Mostly female fans, who drooled over the handsome artiste, post comments as well as school friends.

Samantha Martha Marihanna wrote: “I miss you. I was listening to one of the urban grooves remix of “Zuva rekufa kwangu . . . and hearing your voice made me miss you more. I know you are in a better place.”

And Don Gumbo (Jr) remembers the days when the talented musician who was set to take over the music mantle from his father, Oliver, played with the Prince Edward Jazz Band before he was transferred to Chindunduma High School.

“I miss the PE Jazz Band days. . . . jamming to More Better Blues, Skatelite, Way Back Home, Ntyilo Ntyilo, Counterloup with Thabani Shane Gapara, Rumbidzo Jacob Tofa, Brian Bolo Mambo, Sam Mtukudzi, Vimbai Gabriel Mukarati and Joshua Meck. Good old days,” he writes on the wall.

Sam’s South Africa- based girlfriend who attended his funeral in Zimbabwe said retrospectively: “All I’ve got (are) these pictures and memories. (It) gives me a headache just thinking about it.”

Hazell Ngaazeey-p Murombedzi was almost poetic: “It is so weird! I type in your name and you still pop up. I am almost expecting you to be on my online contacts. It is crazy how today I just thought about that first day we met then the silly little conversations we had.

“I hope you are dancing hard up there Sam. You get to converse with the big man upstairs and . . . sing with the angels. I always thought you sang like an angel.

You really should see the gap you have left down here.”
In the end Sam might have a reason to smile, knowing his friends and fans know that he never left them, if ever souls are immortal. His music is still blaring in bars and cars.

Tapiwa Muza, a fan, sums it up: “He lived then. He lives now. He was a star then and he is still a star today.”

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