The legend called bob. Not bob the builder, but Robert Nesta Marley. He was one of the prophets that walked the face of the earth. Born to a Jamaican father of English descent and an afro Jamaican mother, Marley was considered as a half-caste. He neither saw himself as either black or white, but as a creation of God.
Growing up in a reggae dominated house, it was impossible to go a day in the house without my brothers jamming one of his albums alongside Jimmy cliff, peter tosh, yellow man and the rest of the reggae sun splash crew. Now you know where my eccentricity came from.
Singing to his song as a little girl back then did not entirely have any meaning. I loved the tunes and the guitars that accompanied his songs, but as one grew older one was able to reflect and ponder on how inspiring his songs were. So it was really sad that he died before I got the chance to really know him.
His songs were and are prophetic some times I wish our rulers will sit and ponder over his songs like redemption song, buffalo soldier, get up stand up .
Sadly, cancer took him away exactly 29 years ago today
To the one legend I never had the chance to meet
The one legend that left his legacy behind
The one legend that preached world peace, oneness in brother hood
One who never judged or had any prejudice
The one legend that never saw himself as neither black, nor white but as a creation of God
The Rastafarian himself
And your final words were
“Money can’t buy life “
Indeed it cannot other wise you will still be here
But I am glad you passed this road and left your legacy
Like the falling star,
You fell when you were at your brightest.
But you still shine so bright in my heart
I leave you with these words from the track three little birds
“don’t worry about a thing for every little thing gonna be alright
Rise up this morning, smile with the rising sun
Three little birds pitched by my door steps,
Singing sweet songs of melody pure and true
This is my message to you
Don’t worry about a thing for every little thing gonna be alright “
LEGENDS ARE NOT MADE, THEY ARE BORN.
LEGENDS DON’T DIE, THEY LIVE ON