Take Me Old- Daudi Matsiko

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A great man once quoted a great woman as saying “love is watching someone die”(Hint: I covered the man last week). The man then inquired “so who’s gonna watch you die?” Daudi Matsiko, a Ugandian singer-songwriter born and raised in the United Kingdom, is in effect asking this question in his song Take Me Old. And what a hauntingly beautiful song it is.

We consistently age
Forever changing
Take me old if you want me

Oh these youthful days,
What was once now fading
Take me old if you want me

‘Cos one day I may not have the cognitive ability
To even tie my shoes or reach to brush my teeth
And if you’re still with me and I keep you from getting sleep
Just know that I am grateful, though those words I may not speak
And I may forget faces, names, our favorite memories
But know my heart is full and in it your love I will keep
But if I am too late to make it to the toilet seat
I’d do the same for you if it meant more time we could keep

Take me old

Matsiko articulates these words in a faltering croon that often trails off into a frail whisper. A guitar line bearing a striking resemblance to Iron and Wine’s Naked As We Came, glides underneath Matsiko’s hushed vocals manage to reinforce the punch of his already heart-rending lyrics, evoking Indie greats such as Sufjan Steven and the aforementioned Iron and Wine. To create such a song, one most completely expose oneself, stripping oneself of all external superficiality. No wonder it is such a rare thing to behold.

When talking about herself in relation to her husband and his failing battle with ALS, Michel Gleason said “I have never wanted to be a saint. I’ve never been a saint before Steve, I’m never gonna be a saint…I just wanna be a real person.” While this is an exaggerated case of premature and undeserved pain and suffering, it helps illustrate a harrowing truth. To fall in love and commit to someone is to accept the lifelong responsibility of sainthood towards that person. Last week I wrote about how people can expose the best of themselves in the worst of situations, a point driven home by the life and work of Victor Frankl. This week I will submit to you that love – the mature variety fashioned through years of unabated commitment, of unrestrained giving and receiving- is the beauty that rises from the ugliness. Love is staying with someone till the very end, no matter how debilitating the circumstances. Love is watching someone die.

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