Yesterday marked 43 years since you joined the land of the brave, the spiritual abode of our ancestors.
I do not possess what gifted novelist Ayi Kwei Armah from Ghana calls “the eloquence of the scribes”. Had that been the case, I would, with accuracy, have described the great meaning of your life to humanity, neither exaggerating nor minimising it.
Your contribution to the cause of what another gallant son of Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah, called the liberation of humankind, is simply immeasurable.
And to imagine that you accomplished all this before the age of 30!
Today, son of the daughter of the amaCethe clan, I feel compelled to count, one by one, the blessings you conferred on black humanity.
When my peers and I – in Uitenhage, Eastern Cape, about…
