When you see Father Mandela
Tell him that South Africa
Has caught the fire
They're no longer like green white green
Tell him his sweat
Really watered the soil
And has given breathe
To a new bride
After stabbing him with a hug
Take him to his room
Not "the other room"
And gist him of the present SA
Tell Madiba not to wet his eyes anymore
For South Africa has received
The long awaited stroke
Of change
Totally distinct from the one in that country
Whose name came to life
On the bed
Where Lugard and Shaw lay
(c)EKWUEME KC
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