A Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Nelson Mandela
“Today, he’s gone home….he no longer belongs to us, he belongs to the ages” Barack Obama. (Photo credit: Festival Karsh Ottawa)

Last Thursday we lost a great man, a hero like no other. An icon who dedicated his being to bettering the lives of others. He struggled, suffered and fought so that we would see a brighter future. He fought so that you and I, could learn to love one another. So that we could accept even those who are different from what we know. He challenged us to embrace our differences.

This great hero, who carved the path for us, is now gone. I may not have known him in person, but I, like most people, am deeply saddened by his passing. Despite not having a personal connection or relationship with Mandela, I truly feel that we as a globe have lost a great leader.

This very brief article, is my proposal to you to share a few words of encouragement and prayers for his family, friends, his country and the world. For the next three days, we invite you to post your condolences and sympathy below or on our facebook page, on twitter, drop us an e-mail at memoirsofakenyan.com or through our contact form on the blog.

We will compile everything that we receive into a fitting tribute for the fallen hero. We will then post it on the blog and also send it to his family.

We appreciate your participation.

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2 thoughts on “A Tribute to Nelson Mandela”

  1. “Invictus”
    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever base god may be
    For my unconquerable soul.
    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.
    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid.
    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.
    How true of our African hero! He walked tall to the last.
    What an Inspiration. RIP

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