NELSON MANDELA

I have never been to Africa, but I’ve heard plenty of stories about the homeland. I have nothing to complain about! You fought for freedom! I am fighting to live! I have nothing to complain about! For twenty-seven years you were in jail. For many years, I lived with a secret. I have nothing to complain about. You, sir, showed me not to hold hatred in my heart. Your country was ruined. Many of your country women and men were killed. At four years old, I witness the rape and murder of two people I cherished. I have nothing to complaint about.

You didn’t get to go to your family’s funerals. I wasn’t there when my sister died of AIDS. I have nothing to complain about. You lost twenty-seven years. I was homeless for four & half. I have nothing to complain about. Mr. Nelson Mandela, you didn’t allow anyone to break your spirit. Even though the police sang me the Twilight Zone theme, I refused to let them break my spirit. Even though my co-workers thought I was weird, I refused to let them break my spirit. Even though my ex-sister falsely accused me of molesting her daughter, I refused to let her break my spirit.

Even though my teachers think I am a fraud, I refused to let them break my spirit. Even though society assumes I am insane, I refused to let them break my spirit. Even though my neighbors hate me, I refused to let them break my spirit. Even though my cousins lie about me, I refused to let them break my spirit. Mr. Nelson Mandela, you showed me how to walk with my head held up high. Because of you, sir, I am dealing with my life. So what if I don’t have any friends. So what if society hates me. My spirit is not broken. I respect myself! I love myself! Mr. Nelson Mandela, you were on trial for your life. I am on a trail for God.

I am going to keep using my spiritual gifts to solve homicide and missing people cases despite the authorities closed minds. Mr. Nelson Mandela, I am dying. I have nothing to complain about. Children are dying every day because they are hungry! Babies are raped over superstitious ways about HIV. I have a burn behind my ear. Thank God it’s not my face! I have a burn on my thigh. Thank God it’s not my hair. I have a burn on my left side. Thank God on one can see my wound! Did I iron today? Did I use the curling iron when I did my hair? Did I touch a radiator? No! No! Deal with the facts!

Mr. Nelson Mandela, I am so scared. I have this fear. For any doctor to cure me, I dare! I am busy with living, Mr. Mandela. I, too, desire to make a difference. Even though I don’t make the whole circumference; I didn’t sell my soul. I will never meet you, but your experiences forced me not to fold. My exhaling and inhaling I will forever hold. You showed me how to shield myself from the cold. When I listen to Dr. Phil, Mr. Mandela, the payoff is doing God’s work. In the end, I am satisfied by the fact you graced my life with wonder and acceptance of God’s will. My spirit is unbroken because of the Holy Spirit’s will!