
With a smile to capture the heart of the unsuspecting blood like me, he swept me off my feet, with his charm and infectious smile. Though he is 95 years old, it feels like he's older than that. I feel like I've known him all my life. Technically, that's true. I've known him all my life. He's practically 4 times my age, yet I loved him. When I met him, I completely fell in love with his persona, achievements and the personal moments we shared.
I remember my Mum warning about loving men old enough to be my
father, worse even, in Nelson's case, he was old enough to be my grandfather.
But then, I did not care. He had the influence and affluence in South Africa,
he had the money and I could drive the best of Mercedes I wanted. I could live
in Cape Town with the rest of the family, and enjoy the paparazzi that came
with being a part of Nelson Mandela 's life.
Now I look back at how he arrived at been this great, I do not
regret our meeting. He completely changed the history of South Africa and
forever, the world would remain grateful. South Africa and Apartheid; saved from the
monster racial segregation... No wonder my research papers always end up having
a line or two about South Africa and apartheid. Thank God for Nelson.
I'm sure you know I love
you Nelson, but even more because of who you are: you are selfless. Staying in
prison for almost half your life for the sake of others, running away from an
arranged marriage to be with the one you love and making wise decisions to set
South Africa on high pedestal as far as international politics is concerned. Yes,
people may enthuse that you, the great Iroko tree has fallen but I am glad the
Almighty created a being like you. For making a difference in the world, I
celebrate your life and do not mourn your demise. Though it is all a dream that
we had something special but I am glad I met you personally through the eyes of
the world.