The only Radio to which my tuning knob was locked

The least used application on my phone is the FM radio. I do not tune in at home and when I buy a vehicle, the first thing I will disable is the radio. Judging from my taxi escapades, I think radios have a way of making journeys longer.

However, there is one radio that won my heart and was immediately exempted from this dislike – the Mowzey Radio. Not only was that radio melodious, it had words that cut sharp through my skull and inked themselves into my brain. Since day one, I realized I knew all of Moses Sekibogo (Radio)’s songs by heart. Very few have been able to make that impact on me.
In our letter writing days, I am guilty of using some of his songs – with his perfect counterpart Weasel – as dedications to my high school pen pals. The results would always be impressive.
Fast forward, my favourite radio sustained serious injuries recently; the channel broke and for a brief moment, I was also speechless. I read hundreds of eulogies and every time I tried one of my own, the cursor would blink endlessly but still, not a single word dropped. Such a short life but yet so influential, so purpose-driven and by all standards, successful, however imperfect!
We live in a timeless generation. One does not need to live as long as the Old Testament Abraham, Noah or even Mandela to make a mark.
“I didn’t live longer”, will not be an admissible excuse for not living up to one’s potential in eternity I guess.
Jesus Christ only needed 33 years on earth to perform 37 recorded miracles.
Zuckerberg started Facebook when he was  not even 25 years.  And now, with a discography of more than 200 hit songs, multi-award winning singer, vocalist and songwriter, Radio passed on at 34 years, after upsetting the four hitherto top Ugandan music megastars. He was the first Ugandan to be nominated for the coveted BET Awards, and he had more global appeal than most politicians and professionals with PhDs.
How did he achieve this? Three words: talent, dedication and hustle. At The Workshop Uganda, we have a huge poster of Ross Simmond’s wise words on the wall: “Hustle beats talent when talent doesn’t hustle.”
Even with his imperfections, Radio has been one of the most gifted artistes  a maestro who still worked hard.
I first met him in 2013 in Mbarara when the then Member of Parliament, Dr Medard Bitekyerezo, dragged me to the Goodlyfe Crew Concert at Agip Hotel. When I got a chance to chat with him backstage, I told him that I wanted him to sing at my wedding. I also told him that hearing him sing re-affirmed by belief in the existence of God because I believed (and still do) that a human alone cannot have so much talent.
Although Radio will not be able to sing at my wedding, his art and music will manifest and live on long after my big day. My children will live and love his craft the same way I love Philly Lutaya’s. He is an icon whose life inspired many. That is what a legacy is.
Thank you, dear Radio.  I grieve with thousands others for you!

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