There was another group playing on stage, and Lucky had to perform with them. He arrived on time. He sat in the bus for about thirty minutes, and suddenly he came down in a grey leather cap, covering his dreadlocks, a pair of blue jeans, and black shoes.
He went straight to the makeshift cafeteria and asked for some hot water. They couldn't provide him. He was directed to the next place. There, he had one for his tea. I followed him humbly and said, "Sir, I have an appointment to interview you."
"Who did you ask for the interview?" Asked Lucky Dube, "Els please," I responded. Lucky identified the name immediately as the lady who has the program of all the artists who are performing at the festival on July 4th. "I will interview performing," Said Lucky. He went back into the bus.
I stood at the back of the stage for about thirty minutes, and Lucky came out again. This time, he has a different attire on, signifying that it is time to go and do what he likes best, to put up a musical show.
In a long-sleeved light cotton black shirt and the same kind of material for the trousers, I followed him as he walked towards the platform. Lucky didn't walk straight to the platform. He grabbed one of the iron bars of the platform, holding it close to it and moving his body in gymnastic movements.
During the short period, Lucky did that, my instinct told me that he was praying before going on stage. He did it in a way that nobody could see or barely understand what he was doing. As he climbed up the stage, a thunderous scream of love, devotion, and happiness greeted him.
He grabbed the microphone, and serious reggae business started. Lucky's Peter Tosh-style voice was like a magnet pulling everyone behind the stage to dance.
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He sang a couple of his old songs like "Money money money" taken from the album "Soul Taker," But things went differently when he sang "One people different colours."
The people were filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. I saw some weeping, swinging their hands in the air. Some carry bands with bold inscriptions, "Lucky We Love You." "Lucky Dube, welcome to Antwerpen," etc. I have never seen this anywhere before.
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