Brenda’s Black President, Winnie’s longtime husband, Zinzi’s daddy, beloved revolutionary of many of our childhoods, the first president of our country, I hope that you feel our love as you make this last leg of your journey to the ancestral realm. We honour your life, as we do the lives of your comrades. We remember what your name meant to us even as children in apartheid South Africa. We remember how thrilling it was as teenagers in high school see a photograph of you in the mid-1980s, when these were banned, defiantly published by a Durban newspaper whose name I don’t remember, we remember how different you were from the safe forgiveness icon that we are now force-fed. We remember the hope we felt when we saw these posters and stickers in the lead up to April 1994. We remember the Reconstruction and Development Plan promises that were not met. We acknowledge the contradictions, the disappointments, anger, the sadness, the unfairness of it all. We remember why we loved you so much.