I identify as an ‘80s soul. And I have one public regret in life; that I was not born in this great period. That my birth certificate does not attest to this fact. But soul, mind and spirit resonate with the ‘80s. I am on the ‘80s frequency. There is a laxity I find in the generations that followed. As though to say, some alien, some species came around and plugged out the spirit of the times.
There is a passionate feeling that characterised everything in the 80s, the kind that was absent in the ‘90s, the early 2000s and now the 2020s. It all got sloppy and numbed downhill. From the adverts to the music. Suddenly, there was no pursuit of the Magnum Opus. No one got interested once again in building heavy works. Everything became light, the music, the love, the legacies. No one desired to build a cathedral once again.
There was a semblance of greatness in the early 2000s. The time when the Chameleones and Bebe Cools of this world had returned from Nairobi. The time when we thought of ideas such as the Pearl of Africa Music Awards.
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