Like ants scattered across the greenest of grass, in anticipation they waited for the storyteller to appear. It was a festive occasion, with laughter echoing through the valley and Table Mountain as the backdrop. LEO is sitting underneath the old oak tree watching the crowd, exchanging with sheer bliss their “tickey” of thought with one another. The excitement was tangible…
As the sun touched the horizon the storyteller appears. His attire simple, yet it spoke of a man very comfortable in his own skin. The crowd is now cheering and the atmosphere becoming more festive. The storyteller through the sound of his music tells the story of a journey, a journey of old and a journey of new. A journey of meetings and greetings. Through his whiteness, having a desire to explore his blackness he yet had to meet. The audience is captured by this man … as he shares his encounters with his many realness in the form of man. How through his music he found his blackness … becoming the voice to the voiceless. ‘Barriers’ he says, are broken when one enters a world unknown with eyes of love, a world once forgotten a world once in pain. The storyteller unlocked this door where no one ever dared to go. He embraced his blackness in a world of whiteness … giving hope to the hopeless and dreams to those, whom made a promise to never dream again. He took their hands and sheltered them in the ether and in the real. A warrior indeed yet a storyteller keeping our stories alive, the story of a country in pain and laughter. The sound of applause shifts LEO into reality, the storyteller reappears with Madiba in hand… it’s a recording of our King in memory of him. LEO feels the goose bumps … black … white … all singing “Asimbonanga” some joining hands yet all joining spirits … this was the moment when Mandela came alive …
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Dear Craig,
Thank you for the reblog …
Much love
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spelling Johnny Clegg (at top of page). Asimbonanga is a great song
Regards
c
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Dear Craig,
Thank you … The Storyteller … I am honored and thanks for the correction 😊🌺 … yes I love Asimbonanga … great great song.
Much love
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Thanks for the kind words and a pleasure, Leo. I’ll always love SA (with a passion), but also the contrast of tranquil NZ, where I’ve able to do what I’m doing.
Kind regards
c
PS
Best wishes from the First City to see the light
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Dearest Craig,
Yes this is my country and my people. I love how you collect stories of South Africa. I am happy that her vibration can be extended to the corners of the earth … Yes NZ is a tranquil place yet it has its charm … (never been there yet I have friends from there) …. you are lucky to see the light first 😀
Much love
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Thanks a lot and you write well with feeling and passion, Leo
Blessings
“mid-night cowboy” (to keep up) craig
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Dearest “mid-night cowboy ”
You are so welcome and I embrace your words of kindness and compliments … 😊
Much love
LEO
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Wow, I really like your blog! Your writing is so unique and genuine.😊
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Dear Becha,
Didn’t know, thank you for your great feedback … I am so happy you enjoy my blog … thank u so much for reblogging … much love
LEO💜
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Great blog. Thanks for connecting!
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Dear ylima,
thank so much … I love your comment … much love
LEO
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