Freedom

I remember “Cry Freedom” the Attenborough masterpiece which drew the world’s attention to South Africa.

I remember the sporting controversies, especially the cricket ones, where politics meddled.

I remember the big, broad, too-wide-for-one-man smile as he walked through the gates. Tears of happiness.

I remember the joy of his becoming president, and punching the air very hard.

I remember where I was when he died. Tears. Again.

Freedom.

Cry freedom.

Cry.

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