The joy the Lady brings
When Lady Gaga jetted into the country on Tuesday night, I was one of 250 fans who had been waiting for over two hours to catch a glimpse of pop’s biggest star.
I’d tried unsuccessfully to duck out of the office unnoticed, tagging along with my colleague Andile Ndlovu who was sent there to cover the story.
I wasn’t there as a journalist I was there as a mega fan.
As I waited with fellow Little Monsters to see our “Mother”, we chatted about our outfits for the Friday concert and planned that whoever got the best photos of Gaga would have to share them with the rest of us.
It was like 2010 all over again: South Africans united, getting along, brought together by a common cause.
There was a woman in her twenties who had Born This Way tattooed on her wrist, and when she started getting emotional while talking about why she loved Lady Gaga, I cried with her.
When we thought we’d missed the chance to see Lady Gaga, we commiserated outside Lanseria’s main entrance.
After we did get to see her, we hugged each other and cried from joy.
Perfect strangers, who would probably just pass each other on the street, united by a one-woman circus — a theatre on legs.
While in the beginning Gaga sang about clubbing and fame, she’s since evolved into a pop activist.
With Born This Way, she’s taken her relationship with her Little Monsters to another level, preaching self-love and self-acceptance, preaching self-pride.
Even as a 24-year-old comfortable with who she is, it’s great to have someone reassure you that you’re beautiful as you are.
Imagine how much more potent that message is to someone who feels like an outcast because they’re not who society wants them to be.
To them Gaga is more than just a pop star, she’s an invaluable friend in spirit.