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Friday, 21 February 2014

DEATH HACKED MY DREAM



From Drew

2009, I paid little attention to him. I started listening to the BBC Radio after June 2009. I could listen 24/7, but I always looked out for the BBC’s World Today (now News Day).

I always loved waking up at dawn, lie on my bed and listen to Komla’s voice, not so much of the news when he is on air, just the voice.

I had always wanted to be in the news media, until recently that public relations started cropping into my heart. Listening to him, while he was miles away in London, I knew I had made the right decision to divert from business
to media and communications.

He wasn't my only inspiration though; Oprah Winfrey is also one of the people I looked up to, to gather the courage and go into the media. Oprah once said, “You need to find a way to make money from what you love”.

I love the media, it is hot, fast, no room for delay, very little room for error, adrenaline and testosterone flowing everywhere, camera, lights, pen, paper, microphones, attention (yeah attention), incredible power to determine the subject of conversation of people I will never meet or know, and most of all, the ability to loose yourself in a story and shape people's opinions.


So it was just right that I get a career and earn money from doing something I really, really, really loved.

I have never told my friends about this, but I always imagined myself interviewing Komla and Oprah (not at the same time) and of course the Queen, sometimes I sit in my room and talk to myself, pretending like I'm interviewing one of them. 



You might not get it, but it's just like what aspiring musicians do, when they stand in front of their mirror and sing pretending they are singing to a crowd of people, when really, the only audience they have is their own image in the mirror mimicking them and not paying attention to their incredible or not so incredible voice.

Just like myself whose dream of interviewing Komla is now going to be just that (a dream), I know Komla also really wanted to interview the man himself, Nelson Mandela (he never got the chance too).

Recovering from the sad news of his death, one thing I cheered myself with was that, “Komla just couldn't wait to interview Nelson Mandela, and that he had to follow him to where he is”.

         ~~Rest In Peace Komla, from my LBU friends and myself~~