I didn’t believe it when I checked my phone messages this morning and saw a text message from an unknown number saying that Michael Jackson was dead.
I was still doubtful when I checked my Twitter and Facebook and saw the countless messages outpouring from fans, expressing their disbelief and shock.
I was hoping the world had somehow got it wrong when I logged onto CNN and BBC.
By this time, the numbness had set in.
On the drive to work this morning, all the radio stations were playingMJ tributes. I was still numb, waiting for someone to confirm it was all a sick joke.
My day began with a long meeting, half of which I was not really present for, kept hearing MJ songs in my head. Only to find out during the meeting that I wasn’t the only one in shock, as my colleagues were also in a state of disbelief...
You can only appreciate the sheer magnitude with which Michael affected our lives by how news of his death has transcended racial, cultural, media and even musical borders.
Today the world collectively mourns. Even in his death, he has managed to unite the world.
I can’t help but feel that in his dying, a big chunk of my childhood has gone with him. All my childhood memories are interlaced with Michael’s influence.
- At 6yrs of age, I remember how, after watching Thriller, I was freaked me out for weeks.
- At 7yrs I was fully smitten with him and secretly wished I could be the girl in his “The Way You Make Me Feel” video.
- In junior school I remember what a big deal it was to stay up late (ie 10pm) to catch his Bucharest concert.
- My siblings and I spent countless hours imitating his dance moves (I hopelessly suck at the moonwalk).
- The opening beats to “Remember the Time” still gives me goosebumps.
- When I am in a bad mood and need to vent, I will listen to either “Scream” or “Don’t Care About Us”.
- When I am feeling upbeat, I will listen to his earlier recordings when he was with Jackson 5, “Rocking Robin” and “ABC” being my two favourites.
I can’t believe that my unborn children will live in a world where he is the past.
Michael Jackson will be to them, what Bob Marley and Elvis Presley are to me…amazing musicians from another era.
Sleep easy Michael, may you find the peace you sought in this life, in the next.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.