All people shall have equal right to use their own languages, and to develop their own folk culture and customs . . . . The aim of education shall be to teach the youth to love their people and their culture, to honour human brotherhood, liberty and peace; Education shall be free, compulsory, universal and equal for all children. (Constitution, 1996)
A fine article written by Andres Hallengren: Nelson Mandela and the rainbow of culture. It’s a bit long, but it’s worth reading it. Sometimes I forget how powerful poetry and literature can be, in the way they can inspire and touch the soul. I also forgot, how beautiful Henley’s Invictus is, and I can understand, why Mandela was so attached to it. Goodbye to a great man.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.