Death is the zenith of the worst assumed to ever happen to
humans… probably. This is because it ends the entire drama that constitutes the
life of a human. There goes all aspiration and dreams locked up in undying
sleep. A reflection on that statement; it means that is it; there is nothing
more left to collect or give (Datz all).
On a more serious note, everything in its entirety ends here
on earth after death. It is a wrap up of existence that can never repeat or
happen again (I don’t believe in reincarnation). Again, death is taking a bow
out of life’s theatre and that ends everything for the dead whether what they
have left means something or doesn't.
Now I’m almost sounding like a PR officer of death or a Merriam
Webster for death so I’ll try to point out what this post is about.
Nelson Mandela, who I prefer to call Madiba is dead and like
his popularity, it is obviously no news. I honestly sighed, “FINALLY” when I saw
the news flash on TV and a rush feeling of relief, peace and happiness took me
over.
The maverick freedom fighter has been on life support for
about 7 months if I’m correct and several times I watched him shaking as he
walked, sometimes with people supporting him.
Admittedly, Madiba has done what only 3 people do in a
century (I mean that). He gave not just South Africa but the whole of Africa a
heads up and the guts to raise shoulders. He struggled not only for freedom,
but a clear definition of who the Black African is to the rest of the world. He
has done his bid and is excused because he played his part with a score rate of
a 101%.
My joy is this; Madiba overfeed from the tables of age as a
natural corridor leading to death. Yes it wasn't the jail term or a white man’s
bullet killed him… He wasn't killed, he died and I tell you why.
Madiba was a living struggle carrying a heart of gold whose
pure intentions gave Africa what no other African may ever give. Our freedom
and so called democracy came on a platter of gold, but birth out of an intense
travail by one man; Madiba. Travails that can only be said with his lips and
understood within his heart.
Of course we won’t understand the pain he felt while he
fought because Africa was given a struggled freedom to end up doing nothing but
flaunt an array of corrupt leaders, hate fueled by terrorism, intensified
capitalism and sheer impiety and evil. Shame on us.
Others have earned freedom to give freedom but we did not
even earn it, it was given and all we can give back is oppression, exploitation
and cruelty.
Thank God Madiba didn’t die for trash but he died because time
was due and only God knows the hurt his heart piled up seeing the Continent he
almost gave his life for turn to become. There will be no reincarnated Mandela,
he has played his part and is gone. We are either left to continue messing
things up or fix’em. (ended with a hiss).
