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Madiba

This chapter is to celebrate the life and teachings of Nelson Mandela a.k.a Madiba, who taught us the real meaning of love and forgiveness.

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Closed Jul 23, 2017

This chapter is to celebrate the life and teachings of Nelson Mandela a.k.a Madiba, who taught us the real meaning of love and forgiveness.

As we remember him today, let us contribute our two lines towards weaving a poem with an exceptional confluence of authors, unified with one vision of peace: Let’s write for this great son of Africa.

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Madiba

  1. His day is done. Is done. The news came on the wings of a wind,
    reluctant to carry its burden.Nelson Mandela’s day is done.

    Dr Maya Angelou

  2. We see you, South African people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door
    through which no traveller returns. Our spirits reach out to you Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer.

    Dr Maya Angelou

  3. The lens of legacy, blurred by the cacophony. The pain of reality births tears that cloud.
    The soul knows the right path, the heart struggles to find hope.

    Kojo Baffoe

  4. Precious time, used wisely will grow a nation, build a city, gather the lost, connect a community, heal old wounds and save your soul.
    The sun sets on another victory being won yet the day has only begun. May our forests grow with deep, good and strong roots.

    Andrew Q

  5. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, His true legacy is revealed
    Upon the winds of the smiles of the children who hold tomorrow in their eyes.

    Deborah Cockrell

  6. The changes the challenges
    The strength of the character carries the balances

    Frederick Viedge

  7. Your example inspires a world far and wide
    may I mirror it and go beyond narrow mind to extend compassion to all

    Leigh

  8. You took the long walk to freedom, leaving footprints
    that never melted thereafter; but melted hearts.

    Elena Lopez

  9. Caught, captured and forced into years of patience.
    He carried weight of the country on weary shoulders.

    Mandla Phakathi

  10. Your race was not in vain; I still run the marathon.
    Your baton lives in me; I will pass it on.

    Sandra Phoma

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