2 days ago
16 December, 2013
It's been ten days since we lost our Madiba. I'm not a writer, and even if I was, there has been enough said and written about this man, that nothing I write could even compare. But the last ten days have effected me more than I ever though they would...I knew I would be sad...I just underestimated just how much...
The last ten days, I have mourned for a man, I didn't know even know existed, until I was in my late teens.
I have mourned for a man, I have never met, only had the privilege to see him from a distance once in my life.
I have mourned for a man, that the world acknowledges was one of the greatest statesman to have ever lived...and we was my president, not a former President of my country, he was my President for four years.
I have mourned for a man, that changed my country, and if it wasn't for him, I have no doubt that me and my family would not be living here today...something that I am not even able to comprehend.
I have mourned for a man, that was a true real-life hero to the children of this country. A man that we all looked up too and respected, no matter your political preference.
I have mourned for a man, that made more proud to be South African than any other person.
I have mourned for a man, that made this country truly great.
And most importantly, I have mourned for a man, that I so wish, I could have met, looked into his eyes and just said thank you.
I still mourn.
This beautiful illustration is by Kim Longhurst