I have up till now really have not been able to find the words to describe or explain what the passing of Nelson Mandela feels like and means to me. I have fortunately been able to stay away from the media parade of stories being spun irregardless of the truth of his existence and have felt blessed because of it. I have no need to hear yet another black male being torn down by those so infused with hatred that it oozes out of their pores and hangs like a putrid cloud over their heads.
It was only early this morning that I ventured forth to see what is being said and via providence the very first thing I ran into was the extremely moving tribute by Maya Angelou who I love dearly to Mandela entitled His Day Is Done.
I have of late been surrounded by the shades of mortality on all sides. There has been too much death around me and yet still more to come. It has been a arduous task to greet each day and not fall to the floor in tears. A way can always be found out of no way.
I found out about Madiba’s passing at work as we were just about to leave. There were some comments from the younger people there that sounded a lot like WHO? Shutting out noise or discordant chatter is a skill that I have perfected over the years. I have only today opened my ears and my heart to hear and feel the loss of the person but the addition to history.
The heaviness in my heart has more to do with the dearth of human beings of any ethnicity with the courage and inner strength to even aspire to a portion of what Madiba has accomplished in his life here amongst us.
The strength courage and determination that so often goes unseen but was manifest in Madiba in such a big way will be missed….
The fight for freedom and equality however still continues…