Dear Madiba, and through you, to my
loved one, my loved ones..
Every time I hear that you have been
taken to hospital, I have the same reaction. My chest gets heavy, my throat
tightens, my feet drag. I literally have to swallow to be able to
lighten my chest and clear my throat. I keep up late at night..
swaying between concern and worry, and praying through all of that.
I panic when the news is all over on
the media. I try not to read them, but something inexorably draws me
to every line, every image, every comment. This time, it is an
infection, and President Zuma, originally says it is « nothing
to worry about » . He says you will be okay.
But I cannot but ask myself.. How much
more time.. for how long am I going to have you.. ? Against all
reason and logic, I prefer to convince myself that you will be around
for me, for my children and the children of my children. I dont ever
want to think of the day when the fading sparkle will cease. I prefer
to dream, I prefer to pray, I prefer to hope.. even when hope begins to go
down like the setting sun
But my thinking part of the brain has
been cautioning me lately, telling me this great truth :
Madiba is not eternal .
Your loved one wont live forever..
Madiba, in my quiet corner,
I prayed to God for you. I prayed when you were in prison. Though a
yonger person then, I prayed to God for « this innocent man who
is fighting for the freedom of his people ». I watched all
possible media on the day you were released and danced on the streets
like many other Africans. I do recall, that on the day you « took
that walk », I offered a singular prayer :
« Dear Lord, please
give him full 70 years, and an additional 27 years, to make up for
the years he spent in prison »
I do not know if the Lord
will answer « yes » to 27, but he has added 24 to the 70.
I am grateful.
I am grateful that you came
through Robben Island. I am grateful that you came through Robben
alive. I am grateful that you had those prison years to think about
the kind of leader you wanted to be, the kind of message you wanted
to give to South Africa, to Africa and to the world. I am thankful to
God. I am also thankful to you. Thank you for standing up tall, for
preaching forgiveness instead of vengeance, for embracing and not
pushing, for uniting instead of dividing, for building instead of
destroying.
Most of all, thank you for
leaving the presidential throne after just one term.
By willingly stepping aside
from the power stool, you rose higher than presidency, you rose to a
symbol, a brand. You rose from being just a South African freedom
fighter to a world citizen, in fact, the greatest brand alive,
greater than Coca Cola.
Madiba, I have some images of you that I have stored in the indelible part of my mind. Very few
people make it to that place of my heart.. because once you make it
there, you remain there. One image is that of you and Winnie.. taking
that walk.. to liberty. I will cherish that one. The other one was
when you were elected president and you spoke to South Africans, to
Africa, to all humanity. But the image that I have tagged as « My
Madiba » is of you in that cart, waving to the world.. on the
opening ceremony of the FIFA World Cup 2010. You had risen over the
death of your grandchild the night before and stepped out..
You stepped out in the
Spirit of Sports, You stepped out in the Spirit of Umoja, You
stepped out for Humanity.. I will forever be grateful for that.
Madiba, I keep praying that
you will « last forever » but I know will not. So before
the sparkle that is fading will shine no more, I want to let you know that :
You have been my inspiration
You have risen above so many
difficulties to shine as a star
You will remain an icon, an
unequaled brand for me, for many of us, for us humanity
Many more of you will rise
after your sun sets
I love you, I cherish you..
and forever will.
Thank you, Madiba, thank you,
my loved one, thank you, my loved ones..