Two days after the tragic death of HHP and I can without a doubt say his memory still lives and will live in my life forever. Ever since I heard the news of HHP's passing, I have been contemplating my own lingering & deep sadness and I tried a bit to find ways to understand why this loss has affected me in the way that it has. No response but thr fact that he was in my view HOPE personified. He opened doors for a lot of kidos in the music industry and still managed to remain humble as well as funny. He was infact the hope that our country still desperately needs. He represented with integrity, humility, openness and a genuine sense of self, the kind of South African we all aspire to be. His far-reaching ability across all barriers of music, race, gender, age, etc made HHP an incredibly remarkable human being. His pride in who he was and in where he came from and the courage to live that with passion and conviction makes this loss incredibly sad. May we not lose the lesson. No matter how and why he died how he symbolized hope and "hope deserts us at no point in our existence." Therefore as we lay him at his final resting place, may that reminder serve to inspire us to be the kind of South Africans HHP would laugh and be proud of.
