The news of Michael Jackson's death shocked me. I thought it was a mere prank, so I brushed it off when I heard of it. It was when I saw him in an ambulance that I believed it was true. The sight of him paralyzed my body that I could hardly breathe. Thank goodness my tears flowed; it calmed my body; otherwise I might end up lifeless like him. .
It took me a while to realize that each one of us have our time of departure, the time of which, we cannot predict. It was his time and the Lord is exceptionally good in choosing his flight to the world where He is waiting.
I am thankful that he was taken, still at his prime. Now he is tremendously popular. It obliterated all controversies that hounded his character. Critics would surely miss Wacky Jacko who graced the limelight for four decades.
Like his devout fans, I grieved over his demise. Who on earth would not? But excessive expression of mourning defeats the purpose of solemn repose.
I feel I disappointed MJ the hullabaloo that marred the solemnity of his death. I am as gullible as others in acquiring memorabilia, when matter-of-fact, he left an invaluable treasure - his Music. Someway it is engraved in my heart that every note of his songs could prompt a sensation in my body. What more could I ask for?
It did not matter as to who Michael Jackson was, it was the artist in the man that I cherished the most. As to where this fanaticism would end, I certainly hope that I could moon walk it with the "The Greatest Performer of all time"

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