J’Something personifies fidelity

Good people, J’Something, the lead singer of Mi Casa, is not a frail artist.
He is a brave ‘man of the people’ who puts his own sorrows at the very end of the queue.
News from South Africa has it that the vocalist had lost his dad Carlos Fonseca while he was performing with his band in Lilongwe at the weekend.
In Malawi, you cannot find a better reason to breakaway from  gruelling day-to-day work.
Here, death of your favourite shopkeeper is a good excuse to skip a day at work and failure to do so is a felony often punishable by public apathy when tragedy befalls you.
Not in the land of Mi Casa.
The lead singer did not appear heartbroken when he performed in the capital two times.
When he took to the mic while his family was mourning the untimely death of his father, J’Something  offered the most spirited performance in the pack. He summoned Mi Casa fans and told them to party with him because the band is nothing without the people.
It must be loyalty, the passion to do what he loves most with all his heart, body and soul regardless of prevailing realities.
Dealing with death will never be easy and the courageous J’Something later took to Instagram to confirm that the departure of his father was the “hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with”.
He opened up: “After he passed on I had to jump on stage. Smile. Dance.  Sing. Next day same thing.My choice. In a way doing what I love helped me deal with it.”
Condolences to the valiant soul he is!
Not many would go through the fight with tears J’Something had to endure and come back in one piece.
So fragile are we that some broke down in shock when at the funeral of gospel singer Grace Chinga when they saw her daughter Miracle singing a song by the coffin carrying her famous mother’s remains. She may not have been forced—and there is nothing really wrong with singing in times of sorrow.
Across Africa, people sing while mourning, for music cures broken hearts.
The tale of J’Something’s courage proves it is possible for public figures to keep their sorrows in the safety of their chest and not allow a wink to inconvenience crowds they are supposed to serve wholeheartedly.
Like Miracle Chinga, the unyielding J’Something did his dad proud by doing what the big loved him to do for living.
For him, this is the man he admittedly loved beyond words, the man who made him.
It was easy for the singer to opt out or to cry his all until his group pulled out of the one-off tour, leaving their Malawian fans with tears of unmet legitimate expectation.
But J’something sought solace among the living crowds that he seems to love heartily.
This is a mark of rare workmanship—fidelity.
His action speaks louder than words of militant reggae pioneer Peter Tosh’s Burial: “Let the dead bury the dead/ I am a living man and I have work to do.” n