My oldest friend in the world texted me yesterday at midnight: "Can't believe Michael Jackson is dead."
That's how I found out.
Our flat went into an hour of shock; I broke the news to them. A Dutch woman of 24, a Portugese of 28, and I, all united in our shock and love of this icon.
The thing that most strikes you now that he is gone, is his incredible output. A
treasure trove of amazing songs. A track record that goes back to when he was 11.
As avantcaire says, our generation loved MJ. We associate childhood memories with him.
His music had ability to stir into action, to make you dance, to make you feel good, and also to make you contemplative, sweetly so. I always had a soft spot for his sentimental songs.
Here is a song that was one of my favourite since I was 13: Human Nature.
This too, used to be one of my favourites when I was a teenager: The Girl is Mine.
Gotta be startin somethin' - my Nigerian classmates loved that song!
'Off the wall' - this phrase entered the vocabulary in my Nigerian school because of Mr Michael Jackson.
And I will never forget the excitement that overcame me when I learned, at age 15, now in Cairo, that Mr Michael Jackson is back with I just can't stop loving you.
Why do we wait until someone dies to appreciate them? Imagine all MJ's contemporaries and competing artists, how they probably never called him, and how they probably want to do so now. They never celebrated his success, yet now they do.
The legacy is clear: volumes of music, a great voice, great dance moves, excitement, novelty, and sometimes, message as well.
You want to be remembered? Produce!
Sure, the guy had lost his way by the end. But boy did he produce!