(First time experience of the South African National Elections, written through the eyes of an imaginary young girl living in Bekkersdal, Gauteng. WHEN WRITING THIS ARTICLE, I DEVIATED FROM POETRY AND JUST WROTE FROM THE HEART.)
I could feel the cold slightly wear off, and there was a faint ray of sunshine outside my window. I smiled as I looked through the half-drawn curtain, then switched on my almost broken radio. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, wore my favourite boots and threw my heavy, blue jacket over my skirt. I checked myself in the mirror and quickly tied my braids in a knot.
"Today is a special day," I mused as I sat next to Tata, quietly sipping on my favourite juice.
"Goodbye, everyone! See you at the voting site!" I shouted as I rushed outside, braving the brazen cold.
As I went, they came to mind. The late Nelson Mandela, Walter Sisulu and Chris Hani. I could also remember Lillian Ngoyi and Helen Joseph. They are among the many who bravely fought for our liberation. Some have since passed on peacefully, while others were mercilessly killed. Many others still live today, unfazed though their names are seldom mentioned. They are all pioneers of change, and they are the reason I'm free today!
The queues are long, yet I can't complain.
I am a born-free, and I am free to vote! Today is a special day, as I make my mark for the first time. I have freedom of choice, so I boldly cast my vote. I proudly kiss my inked thumb on my way out. There's an atmosphere of hope, unity and peace. There's a wind of change, and I know that God is here!
© Yvonne Mahlape Maserumule, 2014
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