[two pro travel journalists turn amateur bloggers]
[words by Narina Exelby]
I picked some flowers today. They were yellow. We call them everlastings: flowers that continue, over years sometimes, to bring colour through the mist, and rain, and wind, and unbearable heat. I picked them from the side of a road, a road you once travelled, and then lay them at the place that marks where you were captured, but that now celebrates your life – and ultimately our freedom. And quietly, I remembered all the roads I’ve travelled and the people I’ve met along the way; roads along which, the further I walk, reveal beyond doubt that people in this world are kind, and good. Thank you for opening those roads, Tata Madiba; my life – all our lives – are so much richer for you. May you walk forever free.