Below is Andrew Harvey's
tribute to his wife
Susan you walked into my life, it was like
God sent you as a fresh breath. I still remember your response to my first love
message. You said 'Love killed romeo, sent Diana to an early grave and killed
Jack on the Titanic. Forget about love, just have friendship and live long.
Overtime our love grew to a depth I have
never known. You were the best years of my life, your smile, your desire to
live your dream.
My super star friend sways
away and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side
says "she's gone"...Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is
all. She is just as gorgeous now as when last I saw her. Her slightly
disappearing figure and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment,
when someone at my side says she's gone, there are others who are watching her
coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout - There she
comes! That is what dying is - an horizon and just the limit of our sight.
My lifeline, my lexicon,
therapist and support system…we have known lots of pleasure, at times endured
ppai, we have lived in the sunshine and walked in the rain. I had acute malaria
(was shaking terribly) but performed “skibobo” with you at the Industry Night
and Loud&Proud show, I sprained my ankle but still shot your three videos in
a row in S/A.
I left my family house and
moved in with you and your family right after all the Big Brother Africa
madness, I did all the damage control…
I fought every organizer
simply cos I wanted you on the bill with me and split my show earnings with
you. I dragged you to the American Embassy even if it meant I had to get up at
4am. I endured negative criticism because shallow minds couldn’t comprehend
your brand essence – I started wearing block heels (you got me the most
fabulous pair of Jeffrey Campbells) and I damned the consequences. I recorded
the reality show “Tru Friendship” with you because you went on and on about it
and I wanted to please you.
I have been your
fierce-alter ego in all your videos, I have fought your fights, endured
countless eccentric P.As with you…I can go on and on and this is how you leave
me? You chose an eternal sleep over a fabulous life with me? Lest I forget, I
ate the entire box of birthday chocolates Bola sent to you!
Phew, I can’t type anymore,
I’m playing “Good To Me” (always disturbed you to release that song) and my
notepad is a misty mass of my never ending tears. So sad when people who give
you the best memories, become a memory!
The Goldie I knew, despite
your success and worldwide recognition, still wondered, “Am I good enough?” “Am
I pretty enough?” “Will they like me?” It was this burden that made you
great…And that made you stumble in the end.
Goldie if you can hear me
now, you weren’t good just good enough – You were abso-frigging-lutely GREAT!
You sang the whole damn song without a band- you made the picture of a showbiz
star look so perfect!
Your parting has left a
void, but I will fit it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a
kiss and oh yes, these things I too will miss. Even though we are separated and
for a time apart, I am not alone cos you’re forever in my heart. I will move
mountains to continue your legacy, I will crash ceilings to spread your good
works, I will break barriers to sell your “market” but above all, I will
cherish the awesome times we spent together…You will forever be my source of
infinity!
We wore the same shoe size
and had the same body proportions. You made me start strutting lashes and
recall I wore that black dress of yours you never got to wear? No masterpiece
can ever match your face! To everyone reading this piece, let my dear friend
rest in peace! Speak no evil about her, she was too good to be true!
I can hear you say to
me…Mbirikoko, do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not
sleep, Do not stand at my grave and cry…I am not there, I did not die!
Denrele Edun
touching tho.....
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