In loving memory of Sam Mtukudzi
It was on this fateful day, nine years ago, that death and tragedy crept and robbed us of a maestro, Sam Mtukudzi. I remember waking up to the sad news that Sam had passed on. At that time I really could not understand the depth of what was going on as I was only thirteen years of age. I knew who he was, had even listened to some of his music but in that moment I knew this would mark the demise of a whole generation.
It is on days like this that I wonder what the Afro Jazz scene would have been if only Sam was still here. How full his concerts would be and the endless tours he would be booked for. The mellow voice booming on the stereo and his tactfully laid lyrics sending us all deep into meditation.
Listening to ‘Ndakura wani’ I cannot control the tears from running down my face. He was supposed to scale very dizzy heights in the music industry, to not only set a pace for rising artist, but to also serenade music lovers till they can dance no more.
In the early hours of Monday, March 15, 2010, Sam and his sound engineer, Owen Chimhare, died in a car crash while traveling back to Norton near. Their Tata pickup truck, driven by Chimhare, struck a bridge just before the Kuwadzana Extension off-ramp along the Harare-Norton road. The vehicle veered off the road, rammed into the right side of the bridge's guard rails, and ploughed into the river bank below.
Today we celebrate the young life of Samson, a legend in his own right. Surely, God takes the best too soon.