South Africans are a Nation in Mourning this morning as we absorb the news that the Father of our Nation, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, our Tata Madiba has finally completed his Long Walk to Freedom and has left this world and this nation the poorer.
Although we have all been expecting it for quite a while already, it is still rather unbelievable…
As tributes and condolences pour in across the media from all over the world, a nation hangs on to every word…
Sitting here at home watching television, listening to insights from various people, people speaking with grief in their voices, some in tears, but all in awe and love.
Watching people of all races, colours, creeds, ages and genders coming together outside his home in peace and love is an awesome sight. THIS is the South Africa that Madiba envisioned, not what we currently have.
I sit here very sad on the one hand, as we have lost a Legend, yet glad that his long and arduous journey is at last over and he is at peace. We have been ready to let him go and let him be at peace for a while now, and it is blissful to see the nation mourn, yet at the same time celebrate, in honour of this great man whose life has touched everyone.
As is our wont, SAffas are singing songs that bring togetherness and songs that praise #Madiba – joined at last in our respect and love for this man.
Thoughts and prayers go out to Graca Machel, and the Mandela Family and we wish them love, strength and peace in this time of incredible sadness.
O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
~ Walt Whitman ~
Rest In Peace, Madiba – you are loved and will be missed by millions