A PERSONAL OBITUARY ON THE LATE PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
I precisely remember hearing Prince’s crystal voice for the first time as a pre-teen. I had known his music all my life, but up until that point I hadn’t really listened to him closely. When I did, while secretly catching glances at the TV when his 1984 movie Purple Rain was on, he had me star struck. I loved his flawless features: the signature curls framing his face, the cutthroat cheek bones, embellished by an iconic beauty spot, that was only topped by the outline of his perfectly trimmed beard. His hazel eyes, were both gentle and piercing, with a gaze that invited, taunted and declined with thanks. Today, I think it’s safe to say, that the only set of eyebrows rightfully described as #onfleek would have to be his.