Tribute to a man of song, style

2017-10-05 06:01
Makhwenkwe “Scotch” Dunga

Makhwenkwe “Scotch” Dunga

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It’s 06h30, Saturday 30 September 2017.

Just as I am preparing myself to hit the road for my morning jog.

Boom!, like a bolt of thunder, I receive an SMS saying that my brother, friend and acquaintance, Scotch Dunga is no more.

Shocked, shuttered and in utter disbelief, I freeze right there.

Calls and more calls start streaming in from friends, in fact, they are more ear shattering screams than streams.

It was no joke. U Scotch usi shiyile bethuna!, thus I found myself resorting to the words of despair of old.

“Pep Guardiola”- as we fondly called him- had indeed departed from this wretched earth.

Just the thought of penning this small tribute is an uphill battle, so bear with me, friends and family.

It has to be done, though, for Scotch was brave and courageous.

No words, however big or small, can match his real self, especially if said in absence because of his passing.

How on earth does one attack with such brutality a humble soul as Scotch in the manner they did.

None of us deserve to die in the manner he was killed.

His way of dying continues to send shivers down m y spine; the thought of him being alone and coming face to face with his ferocious killers.

So many questions yet none to answer.

Did he see these thugs coming? Did he put up a fight? Did they know him, or did they suddenly realise who he was and decided to strike the lethal blow that drained his last breath? Did he stagger until he was sapped of all strength, and fell where he was found.

Your answers to these questions is as good as mine; if only we knew them.

Two Sundays ago I called Scotch and we chatted about many things and our parting shot was around the issue of “missing each other and couldn’t wait for the summer holidays to spend some time together”.

None of us could have known that this would be the last we talked to each other.

Our friendship spans about 25 odd years, and throughout those years, I’ve known him as a peace loving being.

Scotch was a people’s person, finish en klaar. His hordes of friends will speak for themself.

He touched many people with his humility and his undying character, as such, he was an accessible and easy going somebody to get along with, in the shortest time possible.

It is amazing to think that some or most of the acquaintances I call friends today, I got to know them through him.

I am forever grateful to him for that honour.

He was friends with many in Gugulethu-, his beloved Kasi- young and old.

It was a wonder to me that he’d always befriended people even beyond his age group. He’d retort: “I’ve been around and in places that you have never set your foot on, and yes you might have travelled the world, but you wouldn’t fit in my friend”.

He had a gift of the gab, spiced with humorous effect about it.

Scotch was a knowledgeable man, and a trendsetter in many ways. Back in the days he would initiate a get together for friends from nowhere, where there would be braaied meat and good music, which event would last the entire weekend.

With him at the helm of things, even our loved ones knew where to find us. Since most of us where still students, with even less pocket money to host such an event, Scotch would make sure that “Amajita” raised enough funds for do.

He loved seeing us all in one place so much that others emulated our lifestyle.

Even our older brothers would at times gate crashed our get togethers if only for the aura of it all.

Makhwenkwe’s organizational skills ensured that, through these get togethers, our friendships remained intact.

Things stood the test of times, as they say. Pep Guardiola, Manchester City manager, was one of his idols, as a yardstick for success as coach and most definitely for his taste in clothes.

I got the sense that our Pep was misunderstood by some, due to him being outspoken. At times we would argue, but all of that would be forgotten in no time, as jokes and laughter would follow. To many that know him he was a “ Fashionista”. He had a good taste, and studied “Indwangu”.

He had an eye for classy clothing instead of the flashy style of his peers.

“Pep” wasn’t afraid to let it be known that the shoe he was wearing cost this or that much.

He was the fashion guru to the uninitiated, including me, and didn’t hesitate to tell you where to get off if your dress sense sucked. Scotch was also a doting father to his children. He went all out for them and left many other men with envy. That’s how good he was. Many of his true friends will attest to that.

In music, this man was an “ Encyclopedia” of R&B. His love for rhythm and blues was unparalleled, and to wit; a debate with him about this genre of music, humiliated many who regarded themselves as knowledgeable. “Chithutyiwe”.

He was in a league of his own, keeping our gatherings relevant, playing his musical collection, a treasure trove of bliss.

“Uyehova usondele kwabantliziyo zaphukileyo, iintlungu zakalokunje azinakufanekiswa nobuqhaqhawuli obusezotyhilwa kuthi”.

Hamba kahle Nxasana, Skhonza, Totoba, Malilelwa zintombi, sohlala sikukhumbula ngamaxesha onke brother!


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