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You can save our country, Mr. President

Dear Mr President

I have been told that graveyards are filled with indisposable men. Those who once had the world eating out the palm of their hands – gorging on the reality of their lies – unfortunately could not withstand the true test of time.

When ambitions and dreams served only the need for legacy and pride – humbly they have been taught of the forgetfulness of our kind.

Courtney Hounsell
Courtney Hounsell

“Why should I pay back the money, you don’t even know how much,” some would say.

Taking great strides to conquer, to prove the impossible at the dawn of each day.

Relentlessly consumed by their fabled ambition of which never served the consumer, but only those we forever recognize as the abusers.

These men of which we know, operate in realms reserved for non other than the ego. And while they trample on young and old, it’s only to fill an unquenchable thirst for money and gold.

Their lust for a country’s soul cannot be commended, and neither can it be sustained. For as much as they try, they too could not withstand the true test of time.

An uncertain world

I need to remind you that I was born in an era where uncertainty consumed our people’s lives.

A world painfully insecure, waiting for relief – for someone to come along and give them a cure. A man born free in the midst of all the chaos, served 27 year. Patiently waiting for an opportunity, to sooth all our tears.

When ambitions and dreams served only the need for legacy and pride – humbly they have been taught of the forgetfulness of our kind.

Inspired by the disadvantages imposed upon his brothers and sisters; captivation moulded his love for freedom.

A freedom not only reserved for the oppressed, but also those who found themselves upon the hierarchy, the hierarchy of success.

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A walk amongst the narrow road is where his feet travelled through endless highs, and countless lows.

His forgiveness towards the sins of our fathers was a step in the right direction.

Labouring to pave a way for all his children, to have a unified connection.

What does it mean to be free? 

“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”

I’ve never met you, and neither am I likely to, Mr President. But from what I’ve heard, you’re a man of honour. Not one to be engulfed by the sea of complacency, but rather to take up your arms, and stand your ground faithfully.

You’ve received accolades and praise, and built an empire through the work of your hands.

And the seeds of freedom you have chosen to sow, with the same man you once called Tata, have finally, exponentially, started to grow.

“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”

The world I know has been crafted throughout the ages. Born blind with no concept for colour, I now hold hands with those you call brothers.

We have only known one another, and are both born from the same Mother. Together we have been nursed, from the fruitfulness of her breasts, sprung with the same love, you knew she always possessed.

“Now is the time to lend a hand. Now is the time for each of us to say, send me.”

As you have once fought to shape the present we now hold so dear, so too you must fight to shape an uncertain future, already filled with too many fears.

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Our Mother once again faces her deepest and darkest hour. Her body is rifled with concepts that threaten her love to turn sour yet again.

Poverty, genocide, racism and economic instability, to name but a few. Demons who were once exiled, have started their way back into the corners of our view.

We believe in you!

Please know you’ll have my commitment, Mr President, for each and every second you remain on the throne.

And your fight to set a new tone is no longer alone, Mr President, and neither should it be.

Please know you’ll have my commitment, Mr President, for each and every second you remain on the throne.

It’s to march forward, forward into the unknown. Unshakable and secure, knowing of the hardships our Mother has already endured.

We are fighting for a future, Mr President, not intended for rectifying past mistakes, but rather a future, Mr President, that we together can embrace.

I believe, Mr President. That if you truly and honestly envy it, you too will stand a chance to rid our Mother of all our crimes.

And through your sacrifice, Mr President, you’ll walk proud amongst those who have withstood the true test of time.

Good luck Khosi Khulu

  • Courtney Luke Hounsell (26) studies BA (Health SC & SOC.Services) through Unisa. He was born in East London and he currently lives in Roodepoort. 
  • This article is an entry for The Student's Dear Cyril Competition...
  • Read the Afrikaans version of the article here.
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