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On Monday night I came across a video clip that warmed my heart.
Staff members at the Spar in Vincent, East London, were bidding farewell to one of their own. They congregated in a corner of the store in full song of praise for a man the clip identified as “Rowan”. It was his last day before a new adventure.
“uRowan lo, abamazi lo, abazangebambona” (this is Rowan, they don’t know him, they have never seen one like him). It is a tune you mostly hear at political rallies or sports stadiums, and is one of the highest forms of praise followers can bestow on a leader or sports star. There was nary a dry eye in the place as individual staff members extended both arms in final embrace towards an inconsolable Rowan...