Niamh Clune

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Madiba was a fire dragon.
We breathe his air
Are shaped of his thoughts and aspirations
That lick though our minds
And light our hearts with fervent adoration

He taught us to see beyond skin
Into flesh, bone and sinew
Into the beating heart of Africa

He taught us to walk the burning ground with courage,
Even when afraid
To make partners of our enemies
And break chains of slavery
With weapons of love, compassion and understanding
Always demanding freedom’s righteousness

He will never die
He is a shaper of men
A man of history
An ancient of days
A World Saviour

(c) Niamh Clune

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books.

12 comments on “Madiba

  1. Jamie Dedes
    December 6, 2013

    A beautiful homage, Niamh, for a gentleman who lived a long and generous life. Lovely. Welcome on Bardo, if you’d like.

    Really well done.


    • ontheplumtree
      December 6, 2013

      Yes! I loved him deeply, as we all did. Yes it can go on Bardo also.


  2. davidprosser
    December 6, 2013

    Wonderful Niamh. You captured him so well. History can only remember him with love and honour.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx


  3. Cassie
    December 6, 2013

    Reblogged this on Cassie Being Cassie and commented:
    In memory of the greatest statesman of our generation.


  4. Imen Benyoub
    December 6, 2013

    a beautiful hommage for a beautiful soul..truly loved him and the world will remember him as gentle, free and true..xx


  5. Patricia Tilton
    December 6, 2013

    What a magnificent and beautiful tribute to Mandiba. I review Kadire Nelson’s picture book on it last spring and it is a treasure. I loved him to. Such an evolved soul!


    • ontheplumtree
      December 6, 2013

      Thank you, Patricia. I just really don’t know how he managed to learn forgiveness. Personally, I think he was a Christ of our times, and will go down in history as having been so.


  6. Darlene
    December 7, 2013

    A perfect tribute to an amazing man.


  7. thiskidreviewsbooks
    December 7, 2013

    Wonderful. You are a great poet. 🙂


    • ontheplumtree
      December 7, 2013

      Thank you, dear Erik. It is not easy to find words for so great a man. I adored him. I make no bones about it.


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