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| Nelson Mandela, center right, sings with supporters and the accused during the first treason trial outside the Drill Hall in Johannesburg, South Africa, in 1956.- Picture fromTelegraph |
What’s going to
happen?
Now that the King of
love
Is dead!
On the death of Martin Luther King, Nina Simone pens down
this hallow cry, in a disconsolate melody. The messenger of Love and the keeper
of peace was, in a violent moment silenced.
They took away from his people the chaperon of Love and hope. Weaved in
between the celebrations of the life of Rolihlahla Mandela is the same tone of
melancholy, who will shine the light of Love. For a moment please try not to
romanticise the idea of Love. Rather think of it as the hallmark of existence,
the grandeur of the human spirit and the celestial compassion and altruism for
your fellows and the world around you. I have always believed Love to be the
axis of life. It carries with it grand
ideals of truth, justice, freedom, equality and altruism. Throughout histories
we are able to trace human beings who embody these ideals many who are written
in history but many more who are not. The stand firm in the face of the most
antagonising, violent and cruel human experiences and they with magnanimous
strength still call everyone to the light.
The grand question of our time is; how do weave this magic
into every fibre of society? How do we reform souls? Buphi na Ubuntu?
These are there question the life of Mandela demands
answerers to.
He reminds us that: “No one is born hating another person
because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People
must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love,
for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” ― Nelson
Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
Hamba kahleMkhonto wesizwe, uenzile eyakho indima Dalibunga
Rest in Power.
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