Dear Tata uNelsonMandela

In the simplest way, you gave me my life.

I was born to a world molded into a perfect idyllic dreamscape willed from the bloody mangled bodies and tears of broken spirits.

So I give thanks to a man who gave me my eloquence and my constitution.

I am restless in my freedom but steadfast in my unshakable adoration of the man who became a legend from his selfless acts for a nation,later inspiring a globe.♥

Yours was a multitude of great moments stretched further than time, physics and all the immutable natural laws would generally permit. You became an idea.

“We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail.
He can be caught.
He can be killed and forgotten.

But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world.

But you cannot kill an idea, cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love.

And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man.

A man who made me remember the fifteenth of December. A man I will never forget”-V for Vandetta (adapted and remixed)

Written & Belonging entirely to Olwethu Klaas.

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