The day Madiba died
We all knew it was coming. Nobody can live forever, even if the whole
world wills it. After the sun had set on the 5th day of December, Nelson
Rolihlahla Mandela passed away. He was known to us as Madiba; this is
written for those of you who know the evil from which this Saint
Prattling off a list of adjectives trying to
describe Madiba's transcendent triumph over characteristically human
faults would be a futile exercise; there's not enough ink in the world,
nor appropriately weighted explicative to do him justice. Instead, I'd
just like to express how the day made me feel.
One evening whilst having dinner my husband mentioned that he was,
"meeting and greeting Mandela" at the Airforce Base the next morning. I
asked if we could go with him because as he was due to retire soon and I
would love to meet him. I had often heard from Peter what a gentleman
he was and how he always had time for everyone on duty and never failed
to thank them for waiting for him.
Lisa, my daughter , and I accompanied my husband to work in anticipation of meeting him.
The plane touched down...READ MOREMandela soaringI grew up in a small town in the Karoo, where we had to listen to
the moon landing and Rugby matches on crackling shortwave radios. A
place with achingly beautiful sunsets.
And this whole week I have felt
that I have witnessed the grandest sunset of them all. I
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I'm a white Afrikaner ex policeman who was stationed in Durban during
the volatile period of the 1980s. I was stationed on the very infamous
Riot unit which was stationed throughout the locations during the riot
era of the time.
I was on duty the night of the Magoo's Bar bomb
which McBride was responsible for and I was witness to many necklace
deeds and atrocities during that era in the black areas.
I was told as a
young policeman that Nelson Mandela was a terrorist and our enemy and
that he deserved to be behind bars for ever. I never knew what he looked
like because I was born in 1964 a year after he was jailed for the 1st
time and I always saw on rallies the banners which demanded the freedom
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Thirteen years ago my son was in ICU for 6 weeks and on this particular
day he was supposed to go to the general ward but he had a setback and
went back into a coma.
This really upset me I was in a space of my own a very sad and worried mother.
I arrived at the Milpark Hospital to see him when I got out of the car I saw lights flashing but took no notice.
walked to the door not looking left or right with my head down and
suddenly realised I was walking on a red carpet with people waiting all
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