Sparkly Christmas Trees
Snowflakes for Addicted to CAS Challenge #28

A nation weeps tonight

Hi Everyone.  Happy Thursday.  I hope you will forgive that there is no card or wildlife photos on my blog post tonight.

I really want to dedicate this post to a man who was not only influential in my own life, but in the lives of millions.

Tonight, a nation weeps for the loss of an esteemed and much revered leader.  A man who made an indelible mark in so many ways.  A man who taught us that crafting a future based on hatred was not the right way to forge a new nation.

There are times in all of our lives that we remember, with intense clarity.   The shooting of John F Kennedy.  The Moon Landing.  The death of Diana, Princess of Wales.   There are two others that I add to my list.  The day that a man called Wilhelm De Klerk asked the White's of South Africa to cast a vote on the sharing of power.  A day that many of us had fought and prayed for.  Taking out South African citizenship so that I could cast my vote was one of the single most important things I  have ever done in my life.

I knew that vote was important not to me.... but to millions of people, some of them my very good friends.  People who had been deprived of status.  Had been deprived of the right to vote.  Had been deprived of the right to the same salary.  The right to walk about the streets without being accosted and being made to show their registration papers.   The right to education of a decent standard. 

Voting is - without doubt - an inalienable right.  A right that ny female forebares risked their lives for.  This was the first time I had ever voted and it couldn't have been on a more important subject.

I was teaching the day of the vote.  One of my colleagues was in my class.  We had a radio playing quietly in the background so that we could hear when votes would be announced.   On my board the front of the classroom was the list of states whose votes had been counted and whether it was a yay or nay vote.  My classroom was the busiest place that day as people kept coming in to see the results.  I remember the cheer that erupted for every yes,   and the silence for the single no.  I went home that day so proud that the right thing had been done. 

Move forward to a warm summer day.  February 11 1990.  We watched the TV in anticipation until a proud, old man, walked out into the stinging sun.  Nelson Mandela took the world stage having been a prisoner of an apartheid regime for 27 years.  On the day he accepted the leadership of South Africa an unknown man stood with him on the podium.  The man who had been his jailer.  We knew then that Nelson Mandela would be different.   He taught a nation how to forgive.  He led a nation in reconciliation.  He led a nation to a sporting event that was epic - not in just the winning of the game - but in how he brought a nation to stand behind a sport that had been so traditionally non-inclusive.

Nelson Mandela was a man with many facets.  Much like the diamonds that helped shape South Africa's future.  He was a man who was as rich of heart as the gold mines below the earth.  He became not just a freedom fighter, but a man who enjoined an entire nation to come together as a rainbow nation.

He was a great man. 

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, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.

Nelson Rolilhlahla Mandela, 1918-2013

Rest in peace, Madiba.  A nation weeps for you tonight.



Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

Stef Perry

What an extraordinary man Nelson Mandela was and continues to be in our memories. I am so grateful for you sharing your moving tribute. My prayer is that South Africa continues to follow on the path he used his life to set in place.


A wonderful tribute, Jaydee. Thank you for sharing it. Lessons from President Mandela can and should be learned my all humans.

Warm thoughts and hug to you and your husband.

Bev Gomez

I also mourn with you and may we all learn from his loving behavior. Thank you so much for your sweet comment on my blog. Peace, Bev


I so appreciated your unique and lovely perspective, though it started my tears flowing again! My father died two years ago at the age of 95, and in his dignity and example of love and incredible forgiveness, my dad reminded me of Nelson Mandela. For them both, I had hoped for more than 95 years, though I know that is a long life-span. . . .


Thank you, Jaydee, for sharing this very personal perspective. It really makes the story come alive.

Cheryl McAskill

Thanks for sharing, I too admire that wonderful man. He LIVED a life worth emulating and always remembering. Very sad he has passed but at 95, he was ready. Now we all must continue his legacy and pass it down to our next generation and the one after for them to pass it on when we die, and when they die, it should always continue! Blessings and prayers for God's comfort on his family.


A Beautiful Tribute; what an amazing man. R.I.P. Nelson Mandela


Dear Jaydee:

A beautiful hommage to President Mandela . . . more than a President a great man!

May he rest in peace.

All my love to you and my sympathy flies to South Africa.

Marina . . . from far Africa.

Nance Leedy

A beautiful tribute, Jaydee. It brought fresh tears to my already saddened eyes. Hugs to you, my friend.

Kelly W.

Beautiful tribute to an amazing gentleman.


Oh, Jaydee, this is beautiful. You lived it. You were there. Incredible.

I broke down in tears yesterday when the news came in he had died. While it's not unheard of for a gravely ill 95 year old man to pass away, it was still such a shock to me. This man not only survived, but LIVED. How odd that he should die.

I mourn with you.


The comments to this entry are closed.