I sit here with tears in my eyes. I've just heard about uTata. I'm shocked by my response to this news. I'm not sad. Just incredibly grateful. And overwhelmed with love and respect.
As many of you now know, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela passed away today at 95yrs of age. There's been an outpour of love from all around the globe as we remember a life well lived. While reading some of what has been written about uTata, I cannot help but wonder what will I tell my baby boy about this great man. A man who, along with many others, put his life on hold so that I could have a life. A man who spent 27yrs in prison so that I could indulge in the fruits of freedom. A man who did not see his own children grow up so that I could bring mine up in peace. A man who was married to the fight for equality so that I could be married to the love of my life.
What comes to mind is that death certainly puts life into perspective.
For those of you who are not well versed on the subject of South African history, look it up and you will see why the world mourns our Nelson.
His work on this earth is generational. May his legacy of forgiveness, love and never ending service continue to thrive among the people of South Africa. Oh how I wish I was home to celebrate his life with you. But I know that a prayer is more powerful than my presence.
Lala ngoxolo tata wethu. Phumla qhawe.
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