It finally happened, the day we
have all been dreading for a very long time happened and our dear beloved Tata
Madiba passed away at home last night.
I
woke up to this horrible news this morning and was immediately faced with a conversation
surrounding death and Madiba with my five year old Liam. To simplify matters, I explained that Madiba
was the grandfather of our beautiful country and explained that he was very old
and sick and at the ripe old age of 95, is now living with Jesus.
Liam was fine with this and even
went on to give me a hug to stop me from crying and then told me that I will be
alive when he is a daddy, but when he is a grandfather, I too will live with
Jesus.
I then got questions relating to
whether or not Jesus lives in a house? If
the house looks like ours and all sorts of practicalities relating to death and
living with Jesus. And I tried my utmost
to deal with this in the best possible way.
My local radio station went all
out making me cry even harder, playing the best rendition of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah
that I have ever heard, by Karen Zoid.
All in all this is just the
saddest of days filled with clichés.
Madiba was a father to the nation, to the world, humble, humility,
leader, inspiration, and every other word known to man.
For me, despite not having
actually known Madiba, it feels as if a little part of me died today, the bit
called hope, there was always hope in a world where Madiba lived and loved and
taught. There was always hope of a
better tomorrow for all. Madiba was
inspirational for a number of reasons, one of the key reasons for me was the
fact that he valued women, in modern society that is still a scarce
characteristic, to this day, there is gender based discrimination at almost
every company in this country.
So rest in peace Madiba, we will
miss you every day, you have given the world so much and it feels as if the
only thing left to do is to carry on with this legacy of yours.
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