#HHPFuneral: 'Allow his legacy to multiply'
Mmabatho - Prof Jon Mogoro, the Premier of the North West, has dubbed HHP as a social poet and revolutionary. Speaking at the funeral of the late star at the Mmabatho Convention Centre, Mogoro said that HHP was one of the artists who formed part of rebuilding society's morality and it was clear in his lyrical work.
"The arts have always played an integral part influential role in shaping our society, especially through music. But it is time that we ask ourselves if we are living in that society. It is time that we occupy the rightful place, in the rebuilding and regeneration of morality in today's society. At least let us all do this to honour the legacy of Jabba, " he said.
"Let us not allow the passing of Jabulani to be in vain. Let us all work together to preserve his legacy by committing all our efforts to make this a better world," the premier added, echoing the words spoken by industry friend, rapper- turned-farmer Motlapele 'Molemi' Morule that we should not just name streets and buildings after him, but allow his legacy to multiply.
"He once said to me, 'Don't worry when I die, I will multiply ." And to HHP he said, " HHP you built so many of us...you created superstars . Multimillionaires."
To showcase HHP's journey as a social poet and a revolutionary, the premier read out the lyrics to Harambe, sending a frisson of excitement through the entire hall.
The funeral is currently underway in Jabba's hometown Maftown, and he will later be laid to rest at Matlalong cemetery.
Premier says #HHP was what the young ones would refer to as 'ntja ya game'#HHPFuneral #RipHHP @SundayIndy @IOL— Lulama Amanda (@AmandaMaliba) November 3, 2018
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I’m not the political type
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Never been called a kaffir before
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Without having to show you my pass
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Black man who’s going far now
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