First time on your blog. Your story reminds me of my in laws from Maseru. My brother-in-law’s father was also booted from Maseru and lived in Jozifor a couple of years. He was friends with Masuku Pheko and thus an enemy of the state

Keep writing, i’ll bookmark this site and contribute some more.

27 years had passed, and the skin
of the prison cell No. 46664 stank of a
human right denied

Feebly, the freedom fighter
gazed at the light that beamed from the dream he had carved in his spirit,
In that prison, his dream aimed at fighting man’s domination over another still glowed

The freedom fighter lifted his left fist into the air,
As though seeking heaven’s answer,
Cherishing the idea of a free society
In that dark and cockroach-infested space

Deep in his soul he desired to pluck a seed of faith from the sky’s womb,
To carry freedom’s struggle another day,
And whisper to the winds of time

To plant a fire in his people’s bosoms
So they could gather courage to rise beyond the confinement
Of man-made chains

In spite of his faith, the heavens remained still
So he put his head down, and tore into the
depth of his guerilla-skin with freedom’s spikes,

Then suddenly, his voice cracked and filled the void,
Traversing the gaping distances
Like an angel run amok

Till it reverberated across the mountains and valleys
Of the dictator’s oppressive rule

Our blood jumped hot at the sound of his call
And in our silenced oppression, we found ourselves muttering
vowels of freedom:

“Freedom Now, Freedom Now”

Even though the tyrant’s chains remained stuck
Round our necks

The freedom fighter’s dream burned deep in our hearts.

Then, one day, the ripples of our hope
Grew into a crest-high wave
That tore through the dictator’s barbed walls
And made us believe again

In freedom’s cause -

Not just for ourselves
But for all humanity.

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Your life is a guiding light for us all!

And thank you, Rethabile for sharing your story–your journey.

Del

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Always remember to forget
The troubles that have passed away
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day
Like you, we all have stories
The world is thankful for the name
Nelson Mandela Happy Birthday

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