21st October 2015 and I WEPT. . .

And finally I wept.

21st October 2015 and

I wept

Not for me but for the young 21 year

Watching me catch my flight to chase my dream at varsity while all she could do was wait, wait until it was HER turn.

See her door had been closed way too many times for her to keep dusting herself off and hoping the next door she opens will be the one, the one to remind her that "baby girl your dreams TOO are valid"

I wept for the mother whose heart breaks every time she counts her last cents hoping and praying that it'll be enough to send her child to school, so that she too can chase the dream she sees her peers  chasing every school term, only to have her say to her child "hayi m'tanam, hayi namhlanje" [no my child, not today]

And finally I wept for my parents,

The ones who fight day in and day out so every last cent is spent on making sure I was fed, clothed and had enough for my dreams to be valid.

See too long have I been oblivious to the silent cries of my peers, the ones who day by day slip away while I chase this dream.

Too long have I been oblivious of this fight for education.

Kuthiwa "umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu" 

[It is said "a person is a person through other people"]

So today, I weep in solidarity of the brothers and sisters that are saying "black child, YOUR DREAMS TOO ARE VALID"