Each industry has its own lot of the egotistical and arrogant, able enough to irk the tolerance out of you and block your chakras for a lifetime. There are plenty asshole fishers, douchebag manufacturers, vexatious teachers and IT guys who are turds. But of all the industries, it seems creatives and more so artists, not only duel with their gassed-up egos, but also have to come up against extreme bouts of low self-esteem.

John Lennon eloquently described this in a quote saying “Part of me suspects that I’m a loser, and the other part of me thinks I’m God Almighty.” Self-centered individuals in other industries, bar sports personalities, wouldn’t ordinarily have this sorta conundrum due to the nature of work they do. As significant as a farmer’s role is in society, I don’t imagine that my khakhi-wearing brothers and sisters receive unexpected DMs that extol their farm work. Outside of Farmer’s Weekly, the general public doesn’t care for that farmer except maybe when the media is covering a drought.

“…Authentic art is so serendipitous, that one should never pre-empt an audience’s reception, or at least dwell on it. Once it’s out there, it’s no longer yours really…”

It’s not impossible, but it must be hard to resist the thought of yourself as being the best thing since sliced bread when your song is the biggest in the country, or the planet. Or when a cancer survivor walks up to you to tell you that your album or the lyrics you wrote, propelled their fight against the diseases. The intensity of fame and adoration is unfathomable because, artists could be squatting in a shack one week and on the cover of magazines in the next. It’s the frightening power of attention, which often triggers or accelerates  mental illness.

I suppose that intense attention is a result of the intimacy and vulnerability that creatives and artists put into their work. It’s often said that the best art comes from pain and angst, and an artist’s susceptibility makes their work more compelling.

Due to this unhealthy transaction artists find themselves with low confidence and people’s perception of their work begins to serve as an index of their self-worth. Authentic art is so serendipitous, that one should never pre-empt an audience’s reception, or at least dwell on it. Once it’s out there, it’s no longer yours really. It’s the old cliché, that artists and creatives should see themselves as conduits. Or to a degree, view art in the same manner artisans and other industries see their work.

But the rapid growth of reality television has given workers in other industries a taste of prominence.  Reality TV ranges from pawn shops, home improvements to shows about cops. Now every single industry out there tries to eke out whatever “entertainment value” there is in their fields of work. There are medical doctors and judicial judges obsessing over their viewership.

But truly understanding what’s important in your life and having a realistic definition of success are sobering elements. Understanding that not ever visual artist will be celebrated like Jean Michel Basquiat or that you’ll be another Def Jam artist like Nasty C.

The importance of economic self-sufficiency is usually downplayed in the creative and art space because most people have that “one day I’m gonna make it” mentality which is more idealistic than it is practical. If you’re an artist paying your bills solely from your gigs and delighting in what you do, you should consider that a level of success regardless whether your cheque is signed in New York or in Tembisa.


PRO KID was only 37. Ben Sharpa just 41. Ol’ Dirty Bastard was a mere 34. Mizcheif was 38. Sean Price was 43 .

All these are names of great rappers who’ve inspired generations of emcees. But the other miserable common thread among these names, is that they all died at a young age because of the lifestyles they lived. The gallons of alcohol drank, unhealthy food consumed, smoke that fills the lungs and countless blunts that are puffed and passed, plus shit sniffed up the nose are huge factors in most rappers’ early deaths.

Pro Kid who died just last week is said to have demised from a serve seizure following a night out with friends. Since his passing, a lot has been said about what actually happened to the genius rapper whose real name was Linda Mkhize. In an interview with Drum magazine, Pro’s cousin said the rapper had no history of seizures. There are suggestions that the rapper had begun taking drugs lately, to help him deal with career and life frustrations.

In my interview with the SABC’s Media Monitor this past Sunday, I mentioned that the only thing we can do now is speculate to what really happened because no one went to Pro to ask how he was. There was a requiring theme on social media in the past week from celebrities, saying they failed Pro. Failed him in what exactly?

This indicates something wrong had been happening in his life recently, but people turned a blind eye.

I last saw the rapper in June at Basha Uhuru where he delivered a good performance. But what was startling was how young he looked- before that, I had seen him around Tembisa where he visited often years ago. Then, he looked his age. But at Basha the kat didn’t necessarily look bad, but he suspiciously looked like a 22 year-old.

As much as people might think, talking about what really happened to him is tarnishing his legacy, I believe the family has a responsibility to share the post-mortem results so that it can also help the next generation of artists. It’s their prerogative I know, but being open about such helps guide artists who are already in the game and those who have ambitions of gracing stages with their talent.

Imagine what a post-mortem would do for a person like Emtee, who a just a few weeks ago fell on stage high on codeine. It would really be a reality check for the young kat and others like him.

Sharpa had been living with diabetes for a long while, but died due to complications with the disease. I can’t help ask myself if ‘the complications’ could’ve been avoided had he lived a better lifestyle.

An illustration of late rapper Ben Sharpa at his memorial service in Newtown. By Sip The Snapper

Till this day, I laud Kwaito artist Zombo who went on live television to tell the nation that he was living with HIV AIDS. He died in 2008 at the age of 27. But that bone-chilling frankness has helped so many young men to think twice about dipping in the forbidden fruit without protection. Yea, he was ridiculed but at least now people know what not to do. If you can flaunt your success, then allow us to be privy to your downfall too. After all, you’re also a human being.

Kwaito artist Zombo. Photo Supplied

Wu Tang Clan animated rapper ODB died just two days before turning 35. His cause of death was due to an overdose on coke. An autopsy found a lethal mixture of cocaine and the prescription drug tramadol. The overdose was ruled accidental and witnesses say Ol’ Dirty Bastard complained of chest pain on the day he died- watching documentaries about the Wu, you get a perfect sense from those close to him that it wasn’t accidental. It’s this ‘sweeping things under the carpet’ mentality that causes the problem to escalate in the entertainment industry.

Rapper Ol’Dirty Bastard. Photo by HipHopDX

In an interview on Metro FM with DJ Fresh on his breakfast show last year, comedian John Vlismas spoke about this epidemic problem in the media and creative space. “We have been hardwired to think that we are working hard in media, we don’t really. Going down a mine is working hard. Being a domestic and working for people who are ungrateful is very hard. We think we work hard, therefore we should play hard and we have been raised in a society where this is permissive.” Vlismas himself, had issues with drug addiction before changing his lifestyle because of near-death experiences.

A member of hip-hop groups Boot Camp Clik and Random Axe, he was half of the duo Heltah Skeltah, performing under the name Ruckus, Sean Price’s death also shocked the world in 2015.  A statement from his team, just said he died in his sleep-not giving anything else. He was 43 and still had so much to offer.

Sean Price in 2014. Photo by Billboard

The last time I saw Sharpa perform was the last time I saw Mizchief, they were in Tembisa for the 21Mic Salute Hip Hop event in 2013- although Mizchief never performed. I vividly remember how Mizchief resurfaced from a hiatus, months before his passing.  The Fashionable hit-maker was reported to have died of illness in 2014. The more ambiguous the reasons for an artists’ passing from those close to them, the more the legacy is tarnished by rumours.

Mizchief. Photo Supplied

Fela Kuti’s brother, Professor Olikoye (Ransome) Kuti, a prominent AIDS activist and former Minister of Health in Nigeria, admitted in a press conference that Fela died of AIDS in 1997. Great as the musician was, his lifestyle choices weren’t the best. People ought to know who their heroes really are, because no one is perfect. If anything, people can now relate more to Fela.

Canadian rapper Bender who came to South Africa in 2016 to rip apart Stogie T (Tumi, of The Volume) in a rap battle, also died in March this year from a disease linked to his lifestyle.  He died from sleep apnoea- a sleep disorder characterized by pauses in breathing during one’s sleep. There are various causes for this, one of them being excessive weight or obesity.

Rapper Bender. Photo Supplied

The lifestyles we live will be our downfall. It’s very important for artists to surround themselves with people who genuinely care about their well-being because as much fun and cool excessive drinking and drug intake may be, one has to always think about their health. Added to that, is that most of these artists are survived by young families who are left stranded and in debt. That people have to donate stuff to the Mkhize family is sad and quite condescending for an artist of Pro’s calibre, because we’ve seen too many artists die as paupers. How long will this go on?

*Names not mentioned include: Brenda Fassie, Whitney Houston, TK, Jimi Hendrix, Brown Dash and plenty more!

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