It is December 6th of the year 2013. I am a South African. This day, today will surely go down in history as one of the days that the world awoken to sad news of the passing away of a Legend. Nelson Mandela is truly a unifying spirit that will not be forgotten for generations to come. I am persuaded to call him a God. I am sure in the ancient Greek times he would have been branded as such. This man stood the test of time. I am truly pleased to have lived in his life and times…
The world over is mourning the death of a Legend. Today I see the dawn of a grim South Africa. We mourn the death of the Father of the nation. But I mourn the death of the bright future of South Africa and humanity. Make no mistake I am patriotic about South Africa, I am also sober to the fact that we have derailed leaders in our country and the world.
The generations to come will not have a bright light that has been put out today. Our derailed leaders are busy destroying the foundation for a bright future the man we are mourning today so callously fought for and which he was prepared to die for. I am at ease though that He will not see the shit that our leaders are preparing to feed this nation tomorrow. They are busy looting at the top while the youth is dying of hunger for wisdom, the wisdom they learned from the man we are mourning today. Where is the pride they had about this country when they were growing up? I will tell you: it is in their pockets.
South Africa is owned by those who are not native to it. South Africa is living to die tonight. South Africa has a future bearing the whims of apathy. South Africans are living in inhumane conditions bearing the grim future that is void of the substance of the man of the calibre of Nelson Mandela. The fruits of the man that bear wisdom to the young men and women of this country are slowly putrefying in the pockets of our blind immoral dishonest covetous leaders.
I am able to wright this freely today because of the wisdom and bravery of Nelson Mandela which our current squanderous leaders today are boldly fighting to take away. I say again we mourn the death of a Legend but I am mourning the death of a fruitful and bright South African future.
A new age is beginning today to which the wellbeing of the young and defenceless is of no importance. The magnitude of squandering is beyond human measure. Thank you Madiba for showing us wisdom and showing us the light that we should shine bright at the following generations.
We cannot begin to measure the squalor of the youth of today. Their loud cries are hunger for wisdom their cries are for hunger for a spirit that is great that will protect their precious minds and bodies. South African Leaders you are not worthy to be where you are today, the leaders of the world are joyously destroying the foundation that will secure the wellness of the defenceless and the young in the name of profit and economic growth.
To the person that is bearing the torch of Tata Madiba please shine bright and your spirit will not fade into the future. Writing packs a punch so powerful that humanity cannot beg to contain. That is the reason this write has to be. When you are shining your light shine it high so it will shine the brightest and the widest. Immoral leaders breed wicked and blind youngsters. Let not the wickedness of the ones we should look up to be the bearer of the future we should have. They are effortlessly fighting to silence the voice of the inspiring, the wise and the brave. But the injustice they wield to us will not last forever. I will choose to remain hopeful and today I am beginning to raise the light that has the spirit of the Legend we are mourning today.
When you raise a light they will cut off your hand, then use the other hand. When you holler at the top of your voice with the cries of the spirit of the Legend Nelson Mandela. The deaf will not help but hear you. Even then our so called leaders will cut out your tongue because of their aberrant disjointed spirit. Even then let not this be the end of your spirit. Run. Run hard and long till the stomp of your feet reach the world yonder. Your footsteps will awaken the sleeping, because their sound caries the spirit of Tata. The sleeping will run with you until you can run no more. They will carry you. The footsteps of the awaken will stomp the ground to awaken an earthquake. Your work will be done then.
Let us mourn the man who will live for many generations to come. Let us mourn the man who had a soft heart. Let us mourn the man who had a will of a God (abaphansi). Let us mourn the man who redefined defiance and redefined peace and assured the world that peace is not just another word in the dictionary. We will carry your will till the awaken renders an earthquake and all the wicked aberrant leaders feel the spirit of the man we mourn today.
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