Electricity hums in the air. Thoughts of billions humming, hovering—dense and invisible in the atmosphere. The day refuses to ease into quiet sleep.
Nelson Mandela died today. The world is rocked into mourning loss, celebrating life—oh, what a life.
He died at 95. He spent 27 years of his life in prison. He married three times, had six children, 17 grandchildren. His accolades innumerable. But these quantities fade in the context of history, where Madiba the man will alone stand as an icon even when all the souls he’s touched have gone.
He acted in the name of justice and fought in the realm of politics but the populace will remember him for his magnanimity. They thank him for his actions and love him for his character.
He was the best of us.
And so we say goodbye. Our voices will carry him onwards. They will bring him home.
"Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed it?"