Lwandile Fikeni's Tribute
It was a few years ago at his home in Qunu that I met uTata uMandela in person. It wasn't the best of times. It was his late son's funeral and my aunt was the caterer; that is how I ended up in that big white tent where uTata and many ANC stalwarts gathered to bid farewell to Makgato Mandela. In spite of the occasion, uTata had a warm smile on his face, and his hair, silver and white like cotton or wool, brightened that tent just a little more. His presence was not god-like as I had expected, but somewhat familiar, like an ancestor walking among us. This is my fond memory of uTata uMandela.
May he always be an inspiration to us all.
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