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Oct. 12th, 2005 05:40 pm"A few years back, Mr Mandela arrived at the restaurant I worked at in Westminster. It was my job to serve him his carrots.
While doing so, I felt compelled to ask him a personal question - a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?
I decided on asking which music had brought him solace and hope during those years on Robben Island. I'd read the biography and knew 'Shosholoza' was a favourite, but get this.
He beckoned me closer and told me quietly, 'Actually, it was "Shosholoza" for my brothers, but when I really needed some me time, I'd stick on some ( Read more... )
While doing so, I felt compelled to ask him a personal question - a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?
I decided on asking which music had brought him solace and hope during those years on Robben Island. I'd read the biography and knew 'Shosholoza' was a favourite, but get this.
He beckoned me closer and told me quietly, 'Actually, it was "Shosholoza" for my brothers, but when I really needed some me time, I'd stick on some ( Read more... )
