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Mo Than Just Flava

You know how most, if not all of us, have a fetish for 'celebrities'? We want to meet them! Take pictures with them! Tell the next person about the experience and write the moment in the history books of The Celebrity I Met. These are the people that we look up to, the very people who have a huge influence on our lives - be it negative or positive.

So, when you get an opportunity to meet one Moeti Tsiki, better known as MoFlava, you gather all your cool, check your Crush Pulse, go on a search for the 'adult' in you and then maybe you're ready to meet him. Then it hits you, he's human. I for one was puzzled at the reactions of hundreds of people (Fe/male) after their encounter, a first for most, with MoFlava. We were granted an opportunity of a lifetime for a shot at a promising future - if I may put it that way. Now, why was everyone on a high after meeting this fellow human being? Does he maybe have a Bursary for each one of us? Or maybe a job in the Media Arena? What goes on behind that closed door? I wait for my turn.

I'm still in the queue when he shows his face and besides greeting us, he asks the Boston guys to get us some O-o-o-o-Oros! Who is this guy? But then again, this could be a joke (have you listened to The Drive on Metro?)... until the Oros arrives! About 10 people before my turn, I get me a cold paper cup of Oros to calm my nerves, and another. Then water. I'm all over these drinks I'm gonna be drunk before I get to the door. Again, why are people on a high after their interviews? Is there more Oros in there?

Here's the thing, when people know what is going on around them, and how their words can destroy or build people, they become MoFlavas. He doesn't know us from a bar of soap, he doesn't know where and what we come from. He doesn't know who we are. But he knows this: we're human and we're not immune to life. The answer to the Oros Dollar Question why everyone was on a high.

To The Future of Mo Than Just Flava.

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