Nelson Mandela, the Father of the Nation

I’ve never had a physical encounter with him,
Held him personally
Flesh to flesh
Never seen him eye to eye
And yet he’s my father
When I think of him
In my eyes he’s there
In my heart he’s there
The father of the nation.

They tried to stop him
They tried to buy him
With different offers
By different people
Eager to segregate us
Eager to see him suffering
The father of the nation.

He never gave up
Even though they tried everything
Even though they had everything
He was a poor student
He was a professional lawyer
He was a servant
He was a prisoner
And he never gave up
The father of the nation.

I’ve never had a physical encounter with him,
But he is my father
He is the father of the nation.

Poem by Selby Mokoena, GWF Open Learning Academy facilitator.

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