African Footprints On My Soul

So many years ago in the hard days of struggle against apartheid , boycotting and marching against a system we despised from the bottom of our hearts, my only wish then was, to welcome one day a free, democratic South Africa. Six years after that wish came true, also my most secret dream came true, visiting the New Born Rainbow Nation. My first visit was like a pilgrimage, my second one was a homecoming and my third one the confirmation of an eternal love affair. I had the privilege to meet and work with groups of women who accepted me in their circle as a sister sharing the ups and downs of life, the laughter and the pain, the bruises and the healings. An even greater privilege was working and sharing my experience with young people, students and now even small children who call me with a big smile gogo , grandmother, which I happily accept as a title of honour.