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It is with sadness that I receive this notice, though knowing that most of us will come to this transition at some point, yet it is usually realized via a sense of surrealism.
Keith's writing and his joviality I would miss the most. May his family and friends find solace in his life well-lived, and may the peace of GOD, the knowledge of His never-failing love, give them the grace and strength to move through this transition.
I wish to extend condolences to the family of Keith Smith on his passing. The life of this man can easily be reflected as a national resource because of the depository of knowledge of the culture of Trinidad & Tobago he possessed. His skill in writing was impeccable and he knew how to communicate this attribute with every one.Keith knew the first hand knowledge about the history of the steel pan. Laventille was his home, a place where the heart beat of pan in the island is demonstrated. All must be proud of the achievements of this brother. He mentored many as he gave his contributions to our society. His writings will reflect his legacy. I will remember you my friend, Keith.
My sincere condolences to his family ... he knew my father well.
Sincere Condolenses to Mr. Keith Smith Family, relatives and friends. Every year around this time people in the culture and arts profession leaves us on their homley journey and they all leave in threes. There was Mighty Conqueror- the Mighty Striker and now our beloved Keith Smith. May they all rest in eternal peace. We will all remember them ' Whenever a steel band pass playing mas'. Thank you guys for the loving memories. you will all be missed!
The loss of Keith Smith's analysis, observation, writing and gravitas cannot be replaced ...... another great one joins the ancestors......RIP Keith
What a thing, as Keith would himself declare, this larger-then-life writer-cum-culture-buff, will write no more. It's as if we expected him to be always there, forever, never missing a beat, not from pan wherever it came from, nor from the rhythm sections that he all but pioneered, or the tassa drums that were alien to his immediate environment, but not to his cultural sensitivities.
Many of us knew he was ill, but somehow we expected Keithos to defy the parameters of life and death, to cheat the Grim Reaper, laugh in his face, as if to say: Not me...I 'ent ready yet! Sadly, we all face the inevitability of death, but if like Keith, we'd live life to the fullest and leave legacies to uplift the country we so love, then we would have done our duty.
For me, far more distinctive than his racy prose and his commentary gems was his insistence on staying in Laventille even as the Hill descended into an abyss, fellas he knew as boys dropping around him like flies swatted by bullets, but Keith not even bothering to take cover, as any good soldier would. Whereas other distinguished sons and daughters of the Hill moved up in society and out of their community, not Keith. He wanted to remain grounding with his people, however good or bad they may have been, he trying to salvage so many souls via his pen or his booming voice.
You have left a void, my brother. But I am sure it can be filled, hopefully by someone who hails from the Hill. Yes, the Hill he so loved, the Hill where he lived and died. Rest in peace, Keith. Or better still, give 'em hell when you get to that place we all hear about but are destined to see only when we have passed on from Earth. One love.
My condolences to his family, on behalf of the Nelson Street Boys Exhibition winners of 1956.