Section 1: Echoes of Freedom

The ebb and flow of history is like the endless tide, always there but often overlooked. Growing up in Nelspruit, the importance of this became clear to me. My town, tucked away in the northeast of South Africa, was a place where the past and present intertwined more than anyone cared to admit. My family, the Ndlovus, carried the weight of this history in our blood.

Life was predictably peaceful before everything changed. My parents, Simon and Gladness, were beacons of love and philanthropy. My father's laughter could fill a room, but his spirit was always chasing the horizon, eager to help others. My mother, with her gentle hands and kind eyes, always found ways to make everyone feel at home. Together, they were a testament to unity and resilience. But as things often go, even the strongest of foundations can be shaken.

1. Lest ME forget

1889

During this year, the people of Scotland managed to make-away with practices of slavery and, ultimately, the mistreating of others. It made me happy to know that they were willing to take care of others as their own.

2004

This was the year that my parents got divorced. This event stirred up a lot of emotions. As natural-an-occurrence with any child, I believed that I was to blame. I eventually learned that it was not my fault. Sometimes, people just grow apart.

2006 (March) 

This year saw my grandparents celebrate their 50th anniversary. There were family, friends and hundreds of people from community that my grandparents knew and Loved. They, my grandparents, have not always had it easy but they fought through the tough times experienced during their relationship.

2011 (13 August) 

On this day, my grandfather passed away. This was, to me, a very significant day. I learned how life can progress swiftly and unnoticed. I learned too to cherish the moments we have with loved ones and to continue spreading the visions and works of my grandfather. These are the visions and works of continuing to Love people, empowering others, growing in knowledge, and listening to the words imparted to me by the wise\

2. Birth 

‘Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds’.

Buddha 

2. Birth

4th of July 1989. Simon Bongani Ndlovu (a plant engineer) and Gladness Thabi Ndlovu (a public school teacher) are at Ferreira Public Hospital in Nelspruit. Mom has already formed an idea of the kind of person she would like me to be: she has a list of possible names, and she has prayed towards me growing up to Love people and develop a philanthropy-driven character. Astrologically, I belong to the Cancer cardinal sign and therefore - if this is anything to go by - I may grow up to be sensitive (maybe too sensitive), instinctively strong, and extremely protective over Loved ones. Cancers are also predicted to be homely and family orientated individuals – I do not grow up to follow horoscope notions but these mentioned characteristics I shall grow up to relate to.

3. EARLY LIFE

"Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds". - Buddha

Born on the 4 July 1989 at Robb Ferreira Hospital in Nelspruit to Simon Bongani Ndlovu (a plan engineer) and Gladnes Thabi Ndlovu (a public school teacher). Both parents had already formed ideas of the kind of person she would like me to be, especially mom, she has a list of possible names, and she had prayed towards 'e growing up to love people and develop a philanthropic driven character. Astrologically, i belong to the cancer cardinal sign and therefore if this is a thing to get by, if grew up to be a sensitive (maybe to sensitive), instinctively strong extremely protective over loved ones. Cancers are also predicted to be homely and family orientated individuals, I do not grow up to follow horoscopes nations but there's mentioned characteristics I grow up relating too.

3. Early life

"If you carry childhood with you, you never become older". Tom Stoppard

Growing up I do not notice much of the collision and by the time the year 1094 is upon us, my parents relocate my sister and I to better school - multiracial and peaceful. 

Amanda, my first crush. She is a young English/Africa her girl with whom I attend at the same primary school, Clivia primary in Ngodwana. She is white but this didn't bothered for at the age one, has not color. I have no hindrances whatsoever to hold. Me back from acknowledging and accepting my feelings. This is was the first time I had such a feeling. She is beautiful brunette - haired girl. (Freckles on her face that look as though they were carefully painted on), Chinese eyed, brunette haired girl'. She was very athletic too. Her amazing boyish-tough like self-hanged out with the boys recalling Gareth (a Canadian) and Daine (English), other and I (Black). Even so, she still has this girlish charm about her. I do not get to date Amanda but, 15 years from now, I still have memories of these moment with everyone especially Amanda. These are moment that will shape how i shall, later on in life, perceive women. 

The school recognize me a very athletically and creative. I sometimes experience difficulties with my academics but i do not blame it on the language is quite challenging. I sing my first soprano and my singing and my singing teacher enter me into a competition as she belied I am naturally talented or enough to do well. Together with my friend Daine we were entered into the eisteddfod competition. 

Later in life, I went to study musical theatre. It is amazing how teacher can influence who. Or what one becomes in future. I shall on to have a vague memory of her but I shall forever remain grateful for believing in me. I do well with my singing and love on to try my hang at cross - country. I participated in almost every activity offered by the school and the same applies as i progress into high school' but there is a change in priorities and this can be attributed to adolescence. 

"Heavenly works and development of Africa angel" is hoe one can best describe my young boy activities. I am as adventurous as any boy of age, i am as stubborn as an typical South Africa boy.\

4. Teenage-hood

''Your modern teenager is not about to listen to advice from an old person defined as a person who remembers when there was a Velcro". - Dave Barry

Growing teaches me to carefully examine my thoughts and actions. My tee' age years bring with them fond memories of going on the bus to Grandma's home. I Bushbuckridge is one of them. The 5 hour bus ride journey are as the people would wait, the different combinations of different people from all different walks of poor to middle class South Africa families, always awesome. I enjoyed and always tried to make a point that I sit next to a window, this way, I can always engage in my routine "bus watch". I watched to see if there are any changed evident from when I last took the bus passed memorable area. Seeming to dash by the golden brown, trees developing town, more buildings, filling stations, new road and deteriorating town - ruined buildings, Churches and gray roads dying out, To me at least, the deteriorating towns seems to be a scene extracted from a Western - Cowboy film. There's is, however on ruined area that the bus drives pass that I am especially fond of. This is an area with line-up or pine trees that lead to an old, impaired house. I picture myself one day having. Along the pine trees a driveway leading to a bigger house that shall have built in place of the ruined one. Most importantly though. I sir and aimlessly stare into the outside world in wonder of whether Grandma still still be the same. Will she love me the same? Will she still perceive as her boy?

5. Grandma

"Love your neighbor" - Sainah Maupa

She is one of the two most important people in my life’s development. Grandma and My mom  are the pinnacle of my identity, resilient spirit and emotional wellbeing. They are the two people behind me doing what I do (so to speak). 

Grandma is a mother of 6 (including my mom) and she is, for more than fifty years, a wife to my in-the-next 8 or so years mate grandfather. Grandma is very religious and, for as far back as I can recall, she continues to be a diligent serve of the community. Whenever I visit her and Grandpa, she, with no fail, would always wake up to attend to her schedules, family care, community works, visit the sit and needy, here schedule consisted of alot of selfless care for her family and community in the name of God. Here volunteerism activities included e.g praying at different locations, Churches and organizations, and travelling to assist those who are in 'eed of help and food. I have always admired her and her loving to help and loving nature. I I often followed her to gatherings I. Which she participated and seeing her engagements, helped nature the growth of others always gave me something to believe in

Grandma's circle of influence has always consisted of small community women. Even though she was not rich or wealth, she always had something to give or offer where needed. She was very enterprising. To this day I have not yet met a women of her way of life.

Her needs are in so much she can extent herself to the needy. Such are her qualities that I forever hold in my heart, carrying with me.

How dare I forget my grandma's cooking? Great is has always been.

Grandma and moms are great women who continue to show me the importance of compassion towards others -? 9 quid pro pup. They are the two women who have taught to tirelessly pursue my dreams. And us my gifts to serve others. This way, I can grow old with regretting mess imply because I will hz R done well unto others. Self-respect is also an important concept to these toe ladies. Grandma has always maintained that self- respect goes a long way and this is evident in how she has always maintained herself. She always emphasized how self-respect and not failing to compromise one’s own beliefs will get you honor wherever you go. Because of Grandma and here philosophies, i soon realize how performing at ones utmost and assessing one’s own motives (for the sake of doing right) might render one favorable perceptions from others.

I am, of course, young and still trying to discover myself and It is because of this that I suspect that may not be too comfortable with change - especially within the family sphere. It gives 'e great comfort knowing that I can, with no obligation or take escape to a place such as Grandma's that gorged Mr all that I dream - adventure, beauty, nature and loving and welcoming people.

It was a morning like any other when my world turned upside down. The sun had scarcely risen, casting a golden glow over the acacia trees that lined our street. I heard raised voices from the kitchen. My father’s deep baritone mingled with my mother’s softer tone, clashing in a way that felt foreign and hostile. The words became clearer as I approached: "It’s not working," my father said. "We need to think about what’s best for Themba."

I stood frozen at the doorway, the words seeping in like poison. The realization hit me with a force I didn't know could exist. My parents were getting a divorce. A flood of emotions surged through me - anger, confusion, sadness. I couldn't fathom how two people, so perfect together, could unravel so swiftly.

The days that followed were a blur. Their decision left me feeling raw and exposed, grappling with a sense of loss that was new and uncharted. I felt responsible somehow, as though if I had been better, they might have found a reason to stay. But in the darkness, a light shone through.

My grandparents' anniversary came at a pivotal moment. They were celebrating fifty years together - a milestone that felt like a lifeline in turbulent waters. Grandfather Thabo and Grandmother Nandi became pillars of support, their unwavering love and resilience offering me a semblance of stability. Sitting around the fire pit, my grandfather's stories would often drift back to the struggles of the past.

"Freedom," Grandfather Thabo once told me, "isn’t something given. It's something earned." He had an old photograph from his youth, a sepia-toned relic of a time when hope and despair waged war on South African soil. He spoke of the abolition of slavery, not just as a historical fact but as a chapter in our family narrative.

It was in those moments that I saw my path more clearly. While the world around me was in flux, I found solace in the connection to my roots. Their stories were not just about surviving but thriving - pushing through adversity to carve out a life of meaning and purpose.

I threw myself into everything I did, from athletics to the creative arts. My school years were a mosaic of achievements that I hung onto like badges of honor. My teachers, aware of the storm I weathered at home, only doubled down on their support. From running track to writing poetry, I poured my heart into it all.

But in 2011, everything shifted once again. My grandfather passed away. The man who had been a source of strength and wisdom was gone, and the void he left behind was immense. Standing at his grave, I found myself grappling with the fragile nature of life. The teachings he left behind, though, became a beacon of clarity.

In the face of his absence, I vowed to honor his legacy. This wasn't just a promise; it was a mission. Promoting love, empowerment, and knowledge became the pillars upon which I would build my own future. Life moves on, and we must move with it, but the lessons of the past and the love we carry are the bedrocks of our existence.

As I moved through adolescence into young adulthood, those early experiences shaped my perspective. They fueled a passion for justice and equality, and an unrelenting quest for improvement in both myself and the world around me. Little did I know, the journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and rewards that would test every lesson I had ever learned. 

Chapter 1: The Journey and Awakening

Leaving home felt like tearing a piece of myself away. As the plane soared over Johannesburg, I looked down at the sprawling city, a patchwork of history and modernity, and wondered what lay ahead. The prospect of studying in Scotland was thrilling, but the thought of being so far from my family was a heavy anchor on my heart.

The air in Tyndrum was crisp and invigorating, the landscape a breathtaking contrast to the fields of Nelspruit. Everything about Scotland was new and captivating. The hills rolled like emerald waves, dotted with sheep and ancient stone cottages. During those initial weeks, my curiosity took the reins. I wandered through narrow, cobbled streets, absorbed in the history etched into every stone wall.

Work was another world altogether. As a kitchen assistant at a local inn, I quickly learned the rhythms and routines that kept the place running smoothly. My colleagues, a melange of nationalities, were a close-knit group. We shared long hours and laughter, and amidst the scent of frying fish and bubbling stews, a sense of camaraderie blossomed. However, not everything was idyllic. Scotland, like everywhere else, had its shadows.

One evening, while washing dishes, I overheard a fellow South African making a racist remark. The words hit me like a slap, a bitter reminder of the prejudice that lingered even far from home. My hands trembled as I gripped the sink, the soapy water blurring my vision. The rage and hurt were suffocating, but I forced myself to breathe. Confrontation flashed in my mind, but I chose a different path. Later that night, I spoke to him calmly, explaining how his words wounded, not just me, but the spirit of unity we all needed to nurture.

"We're from the same land," I told him, feeling the weight of each word. "Our history is marred with enough division. Here, away from home, we need to be better, to build bridges, not walls." He listened, shame coloring his features. In his apology, I saw a flicker of change, and for the first time, my commitment to compassion felt truly tested and affirmed.

"No one realized how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow."- Lin Yung

I have always wanted to study in America and accumulate dollars but after I realized that the pound located in the UK. Is of higher currency, i opted to venture there.

Still IN South Africa, schooling during the day and working as a data-capturer at night I complete my firdt year at verity and saved up enough to travel to London in Britain, Uk. Just as I quickly fall in love with London, i fall out of love with it simply because I do would consider myself as a city inclined person iam a farm boy at heart. However, while I am here switching jobs between London and Birmingham and caring for the elderly (a life changing experience might I add) respectively. I eventually moved to a small village called Tyndrum, Scotland

 Here I am employed as a kitchen assistant (or a kitchen Potter as they would call it) .

Beside South Africa, i would mostly certainly live Scotland. I continue living here in Tyndrum. for 3 years. About 300 people, including the hotel employees, make up population size, and the only way in and out of the village is via bus or train

 I shall forever recall the journey that I, via train', make to "Oban'" and the city of "Glasgow". The green trees and, along the railroad, the clear river that looks gray under the seemingly dimmed lighting to the village are, according to me, some of the great gifts that nature has given to the people the village. The amazing warmth and history of the village and it's people, the tourists, people such as myself who come. To live and work here for short period of time, make Tyndrum a rather special place. Apart from the pub, there is not much activity here but, I always find someone friendly to converse with one it is always a rather 'ice and spontaneously special pleasure.

Here in Tyndrum, i commune with persons of different races from different regions of the world and it is a very eye-opening experience. I even learn that, just as with Africans. White have descendants of District ethics traditions and lifestyles. I even learnt that, just ad with Africans, white have descendants of distinct ethics, traditions and lifestyles. I even met people of Thai descendants from whom I learned how Thai people have amazing workmanship, a great sense of humor and wonderful intelligence. I however a "fellow" South Africa. With whom I have a very heartbreaking encounter. He makes an inhumane comment a'd refers to me as a monkey because of being black. This hurt me a lot at that point. This is also comes. During a time that I hear about incident in Russia where some black people were killed violently. This show of respect that people can have for the human status of other based on color. This is rather unfortunate and saddening. Even G though all my respect for him is depleted to nil. I go on to forgive him (and all others who suffer from this problems) .i understand how people may sometimes lose track i' regret to showing compassion' towards others. Regardless of such negativity tough, i feel truly privileged to experiencing all these moments here and I wish for as many people to travel and experience other parts of the world. It's truly life altering experience.

Still in Scotland, I also get exposed through the 'teli', programmed such as 'relocation relocation' a program a out the selling of property in Australia. There are such amazing properties in Australia that render me take by the idea of owning a house there but, I, for me perceive Australia as more of a retirement location. So, Tyndrum, Scotland is where I would still like to live if i am to choose a second home (Laughing cheekily! ).

AND BACK TO SOUTH AFRICA

I make it a point to return to South Africa to engage with family - biological and adopted (friends) and just get in touch with the country's qualities that are so easy to miss when abroad

September 11, 2011 and I get the opportunity to attend the Walter Sisulu Museum. This is an experience that is both inspiring and empowering. Whilst at the museum. I come across some tourist - chinsed and so forth that have come to visit the museum. With tied I am angered that most of the people I came. Across at the museum' are, evidently, from foreign lands. Why are we, South Africa's, not trying to engage with and learn about our history? Outside upon my departure from the museum, i meet a student who is busy with an assignment. Engaging in a quick Dialogue with the student I again feel in touch with my people, i and manage to go visit the Nelson Mandela House.

As months turned into a year, Scotland became a mosaic of moments and lessons. Yet, the pull of home never waned. Returning to South Africa was like reentering a familiar dream. The streets of Johannesburg buzzed with the same vitality, but now, through the lens of my experiences abroad, everything seemed more vivid.

My pilgrimage to historical sites began with the Walter Sisulu Museum. Walking through its halls, I felt the whispers of the past weaving with the hopes of the future. Stories of sacrifice, resilience, and triumph filled the air. Each exhibit was a testament to the enduring spirit of our people. Standing there, I felt an uncontainable pride in the lineage that shaped me.

Nelson Mandela's house in Soweto was another anchor of inspiration. The modesty of the house stood in stark contrast to the magnitude of his legacy. As I stood in the small living room, I could almost hear the echoes of his resolve and wisdom. These landmarks weren't just relics but beacons that illuminated my path forward.

Back in Nelspruit, I threw myself into local initiatives, especially those that involved the youth. My interactions with them were electric. Their eyes, full of dreams and possibilities, mirrored the hope that my ancestors fought for. I shared stories of our history, but more importantly, I emphasized the power of education and empowerment. "Your dreams," I told them, "are the blueprints for our nation's future."

My parents and grandparents observed my efforts with a mix of pride and nostalgia. Grandmother Nandi, in particular, would often sit with me, her weathered hands clasping mine, her eyes gleaming with unspoken dreams. "You've become the bridge," she once said, her voice trembling with emotion. "A bridge between our past and the limitless future."

Life had come full circle, yet it felt like the journey was just beginning. The days of uncertainty and loss had given birth to a relentless passion for justice and unity. Each step I took was a tribute to the sacrifices of those who came before me, a testament to their unwavering strength.

Chapter 2: Building Bridges

Returning to South Africa felt like coming home to a melody that had always been playing in the background of my heart. My time in Scotland had opened my eyes to new perspectives, but it was here, amidst the familiar sights and sounds of Nelspruit, that I knew my real work would begin.

The first step was to channel the lessons of my past into something tangible. My grandparents had taught me the importance of community, and my time abroad had underscored the power of unity. With these lessons as my foundation, I set out to create a youth empowerment initiative. I called it "Ubuntu Rising," a name that captured the spirit of interconnectedness and mutual support. The initiative focused on education, self-respect, and unity among South Africans of all backgrounds.

9. Tata Is Famous

"There is no passion to be found playing small settling for a life less than the one you are capable of living." - Nelson Mandela

"Tata" (which is a xhosa term for father ) Nelson Mandela is a' iconic individual that had continued to stand up for what he's believed. I’d by that, has managed to change the world. Whilst most view him as only a politician and freedom fighter, i view Tata as a part of my identity - an identity I wish to live up to. This a' identity that is filled with courage and love for others. This is an identity that has vision that the next generation will, one day under favorable conditions, take over from us. It is undeniable to say that Tata is  important to me but that he is important to South Africa and the work at large. His courage spirit touches many and encourages them to move forward and keep searching for a never ending spirit that grows for love and unity amongst South Africa and the world at large. He holds a character that had both grown mine and heightened my sense of awareness - I now cherish life and enjoy both good and bad times for all comes and goes.

9. Tata Is Famous

"There is no passion to be found playing small settling for a life less than the one you are capable of living." - Nelson Mandela

"Tata" (which is a xhosa term for father ) Nelson Mandela is a' iconic individual that had continued to stand up for what he's believed. I’d by that, has managed to change the world. Whilst most view him as only a politician and freedom fighter, i view Tata as a part of my identity - an identity I wish to live up to. This a' identity that is filled with courage and love for others. This is an identity that has vision that the next generation will, one day under favorable conditions, take over from us. It is undeniable to say that Tata is 'important to me but that he is important to South Africa and the work at large. His courage spirit touches many and encourages them to move forward and keep searching for a never ending spirit that grows for love and unity amongst South Africa and the world at large. He holds a character that had both grown mine and heightened my sense of awareness - I now cherish life and enjoy both good and bad times for all comes and goes.

I recall being jobless in Scotland. With no source of income, i was on the verge of homelessness and thunder had become an issue. With confidence strength, and knowledge that tomorrow is another day, I continued to stir up a spirit I believe I had attained from talks and teachings (from my parents, family and community) about Nelson Mandela courageous strength to "move".

With "Tata” being alive during my writing of this book, i still wish to meet him. But, having always (at least since I have know' of him) been a busy man, I know and understand that he needs intensive rest with his family. I am so grateful to share a country with such a' amazing individuals a'd great soul.

Because of my student identity, i am only expected to pay R20 to gain entrance to the Nelson Mandela house. I think this to be a very fair price. Before one gains entry to the house a professional guard guides them through the gate and then sends them off to the "check-in" lady. She then, as my reference to her would suggest, checks one in and the visit to the house is authorizer (so to speak). Everything is well organized and I am highly impressed by this. Inside, i come across a young, beautiful South African girl who informs a tourist about the history of a country to which she is a citizen. I truly enjoy hearing her speak with her metropolitan, yet strong South Africa accent. I even get to touch Tat Nelson Mandela bed, dining room table and chair.

10. Youth power

"Young people should be at the forefront of global change and innovation. Empowered, they can be key agents for development and peace. If, however, they are left on society margins all of us will be improvised. Let us ensure that all young people have every opportunity to participate fully in the lives of their societies. "- Kofi Annan

The concept of South Africa's June 16 is not quite, as yet, clear to my understanding. At, least this is not until I conduct some research. I can honestly say that whilst reading through some articles and viewing some pictures (other more astonishing that others), i am truly overwhelmed. I am astonished as to how many young individuals, during 1976x took to the streets to join a demonstration that protested the use of the Afrikaans language as a teaching mediums in townships schools. This is especially so because the use of this language served as a tool of domination upon scholars (and possibly teachers) who used these schools. It has been said that more than 15000 student took part in this terrifying event 28 were killed and 40 were wounded. I am certain that these courageous individuals were, before and during the protest terrified but, because of their concern, continued to pruse what that believed in-the importance of the better tomorrow. I, for one, am truly grateful for their efforts, it's is through these same efforts that the youth today can live in a world of opportunity. It is through these same efforts that today's South Africa Youth is viewed as both important and powerful within society.

I have, eventually, come to understand how this is a day that hosted an event that changed the courses of the country's destiny. Why this day is celebrated and included as a part of the official National public holidays of the South Africa Calendar. I however a'd sadly (as much as I may wish to without fear) fear to take to the streets to celebrate this day. The reason for this is the over-excitement exhibited by youth who drink irresponsibly, use illegal substances and Engage in irresponsible activities that lead to their deaths a'd those of others. The South Africa Youth 'needs to introspect and take this day to exhibit respect. The young individuals of the "Class of 1976" need to be honored for their courageous efforts and, ultimately, the gift they have given all youth members (regards of race) of this country.

"The Youth are the originators of change, just like the sowetan youth of 1967 changed the course of South African history". That said, I believe I believe the current youth will bring change regarding issues such as unemployment. It is through that mobility and change can be experienced."

Gathering support for Ubuntu Rising wasn't easy at first. Skepticism and inertia were formidable foes, but I persevered. I spoke at schools, community centers, and even on street corners, sharing my vision of a united South Africa. Slowly but surely, curiosity turned into interest, and interest became action. Young people began to see the potential within themselves and their communities.

Our meetings became a vibrant tapestry of ideas and aspirations. We discussed everything from academic goals to personal dreams, and I encouraged everyone to see themselves not just as beneficiaries but as active participants in the creation of a better future. The energy was electric, and I felt a renewed sense of purpose with every gathering.

Word of our efforts began to spread. Local media took notice, and soon we were featured in newspapers and on radio shows. The momentum was exhilarating, and our message of empowerment resonated deeply with people across the nation. Ubuntu Rising was gaining national attention, and with it, I found myself becoming a more prominent figure in the advocacy for social justice and equality.

One particular event stands out in my memory - a gathering at a community hall in Soweto. The room was filled with young faces, each one a mirror of hope and determination. I stood before them, my heart pounding with anticipation. This was a moment I had dreamed of, a chance to speak directly to the future of our nation.

"We are the architects of our own destiny," I began, my voice steady but impassioned. "Our history is filled with struggles and sacrifices, but it is also filled with triumphs. The strength of our ancestors flows through us, and it is our duty to carry their legacy forward."

The room was silent, every eye fixed on me. As I spoke about the importance of education and unity, I could see the flicker of inspiration in their eyes. I shared stories of Nelson Mandela, my grandparents, and the countless unsung heroes who had paved the way for us. The message was clear: we were all capable of greatness.

As Ubuntu Rising grew, so did the diversity of our membership. People from different racial and ethnic backgrounds came together, united by a common goal. The barriers that had once seemed insurmountable were beginning to crumble, replaced by a newfound sense of solidarity. I could see the seeds of change taking root, and it filled me with an unshakeable hope.

The culmination of our efforts came at a large community event held in honor of Ubuntu Rising's achievements. The air was thick with excitement as people from all walks of life gathered to celebrate our shared success. The sight of such a diverse and united crowd was a testament to the power of love, compassion, and unity to transform society.

As I stood on the stage, looking out at the sea of faces, my heart swelled with gratitude and pride. I thought of my parents, my grandparents, and all the historical figures whose legacies had guided me to this moment. Their influence was palpable, and I knew that I was carrying their dreams forward.

Taking a deep breath, I began my speech. "Today, we celebrate not just the achievements of Ubuntu Rising, but the spirit of unity that has brought us together. Our journey has been one of growth, learning, and transformation. We have proven that when we stand together, we are unstoppable."

The crowd erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the hall like a roaring affirmation. As the energy surged around me, I felt a sense of fulfillment that was beyond words. This was the beginning of a new chapter, not just for me, but for all of us.

Looking back on my journey, I could see the intricate web of experiences that had led me here. The love and guidance of my family, the lessons from my time in Scotland, and the unwavering spirit of my people had all played a role in shaping my path. As I stood before the crowd, I realized that I was not just a bridge between the past and the future, but a living testament to the power of resilience and hope.

The road ahead would be challenging, but I was ready. With Ubuntu Rising as a beacon of possibility, I knew that we could continue to inspire change and build a better South Africa for generations to come. The journey was far from over, and the possibilities were endless.

As the event drew to a close, I felt a sense of peace and purpose. The love and support of my community had brought me to this point, and it would sustain me in the days to come. Together, we would continue to rise, united by a shared vision of a brighter, more just future.

Chapter 3: The Journey Within

The cool morning breeze caressed my face as I stood before my grandfather's grave. A single flower in hand, I kneeled beside the weathered headstone. "Grandfather Thabo," I whispered, "your teachings are with me every step of the way." The silent gravestones surrounding us stood as silent witnesses to our conversation. Placing the flower gently on his grave, I felt a surge of resolve wash over me. This was not a farewell; it was a continuation of his legacy.

Rising to my feet, I took a moment to absorb the serenity around me. The early sunlight filtered through the acacia trees, casting long shadows that danced on the ground. This place had become a sanctuary for me, a spot where I could connect with the past while envisioning the future. As I walked away, my stride was firm and determined. My mission of empowerment and unity was clearer than ever.

Returning to the bustling energy of Nelspruit, I felt a mix of emotions - anticipation, determination, and a touch of apprehension. Ubuntu Rising was gaining momentum, but with that came new challenges and responsibilities. The faces of the youth I had connected with flashed in my mind, each one a beacon of hope. They were counting on me, and I was determined not to let them down.

One particular afternoon, I found myself at the community center, preparing for a workshop on leadership and self-respect. As the room slowly filled, I felt a familiar sense of excitement mixed with the weight of expectation. Our sessions had become a cornerstone for many young people, a space where dreams could be nurtured and skills sharpened.

The session began with an exercise in storytelling. I encouraged everyone to share a moment that had defined their sense of identity. Stories of triumph, struggle, and perseverance filled the room. One young woman, Zanele, spoke of losing her parents at a young age and finding solace in her passion for painting. Her voice trembled with emotion, but her eyes shone with determination.

"Art became my sanctuary," Zanele said, holding up a sketch of a vibrant sunset over the Drakensberg Mountains. "It's how I connect with my past and envision my future." Her words resonated deeply with everyone, a reminder of the power of self-expression and resilience.

As the workshop progressed, I introduced interactive activities aimed at building confidence and leadership skills. We practiced public speaking, brainstormed community projects, and discussed ways to overcome obstacles. The energy in the room was palpable, a collective determination to create positive change.

During a break, I stepped outside to catch a breath of fresh air. Leaning against the wall, I watched as a group of kids played soccer on the nearby field. Their laughter and shouts were a reminder of the pure joy of childhood. It was moments like these that fueled my commitment to Ubuntu Rising.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard a voice call out my name. Turning, I saw an older gentleman approaching. His face was etched with lines of experience, and his eyes held a depth of wisdom. "You must be Themba Ndlovu," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Isaac, a friend of your grandfather. He spoke highly of you."

Shaking his hand warmly, I felt a sense of connection. "It's an honor to meet you, Isaac," I replied. "My grandfather's influence has been a guiding light in my life."

Isaac's gaze was steady. "He would be proud of what you're doing," he said. "I'm here to offer my support. There's great power in community, and I believe together we can achieve remarkable things."

His words were a balm to my soul. We spoke at length about the challenges facing our communities and the potential for growth through unity and education. Isaac's insight and experience were invaluable, and I knew he would become an important ally in our journey.

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of activities and discussions. By evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The seeds we were planting were beginning to take root, and the possibility of a brighter future seemed within reach.

Back at home, exhausted but content, I sat with my family around the dinner table. The conversations were filled with laughter and shared stories, a reminder of the bond that held us together. Grandmother Nandi's eyes sparkled as she spoke of the day's events, her pride evident.

"You've grown so much, Themba," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Your journey is just beginning, and I see greatness ahead."

Her words hung in the air, a promise of the potential that lay within. As I prepared for bed that night, I felt a sense of peace and purpose. The path ahead would undoubtedly be challenging, but with the support of my family and community, I was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Please also read my wish list I wrote for Africa.

11. Tough Fond-ofs, and Not-so-fond-ofs

"The heart that truly loves never forgets" - Kevin Arnold

Travelling without company also a having loved in Scotland has both reminded me of and taught me a lot. It has developed my character and allowed me to notice the aspects of life that we as humans take for granted the seemingly negligible details that allows the drawings outlined to make sense.

i find myself continuously pondering as to why the country has to experience the collision if did. What i am certain about is that Nelson Mandela inauguration in 1994 was inevitable. Question is why did it take so long for the country to alter its ways? Sure, as some people would say change is a gradual process. But, it 'need not to be dragged. Sometimes we just seems to be comfortable talking about and not actually pursuing the change we so seek. I have gotten to a point where I believe that the issues of race and our history of collision need to be laid to rest. But, how? -how when these issues and those of unity and differ T continue to echo in my mind (and, i am certain those of others)? Sometimes worry that the actual problem' is how people who are hurt by these issues continent boil do to the sadness they experience courtesy of. It seems as tough will always, if 'to' ore often then not, be apprehended but their fears of that which is different of "unknown" to them. I find this unfortunate especially when difference - more so racial - bring a for' of collision amongst humans. I strongly believe that it would be so simple, or less than hard. To establish and maintain a notion of unity as and amongst humans. I have personally made it a mission of mine to rid such fears from my life and take the time to understand what is different from me that which possibly scare or surprise me.

There is 'nothing to fear. All must be bold enough to take-on, frontally, the obstacles that present themselves in life and from learn and grow. Racismss and xenophobia need to be Brought to an end. This should be true to all Black, White, Indian, Chisene, etc - who live in South Africa and the World. I believe that as a country have long way to go in regards to re-establishing the dignity of all it's citizens. There is a place for everyone. Saying this I recall how i have always admired Asian prole of their disciplined my colors (mixed race) friends for their astonishing beauty, my white friends for their intelligence and boldness. And Africans people for their passion to learn and grow, ad their loving nature that endures the testing of time. We can live together.

Continuously minted comfort zones, even when evidently destructive, is another mannerism that humans have developed. And this especially so South Africa. No one wants to be wrong or accept it when they are wrong. It seems people are scared of what they job no control of. I feel people should simply accept themselves for who they are and xho the are not. We need to 'ore, excersoe thr power of freewill. It is easy for one to blindly follow the doctrines of whatever group they have been established under. Group thinking is a problem. I believe that through independent though people be innovative and love.

It is a saddening G how South African do not seal to be proud of and appreciate the diversity offered to them by their count. No one is willing to let guard done and just live a simple life. Everyone seems to be busy with and consumed by their ambitions and life's to always be against something. What about simplicity? Akinf of simplicity that allows people to care about not be aware of the the for granted aspects of life such ad family, love, simple homes, education and the well-being of others (which is most important, i think).

I am. Also not a fan of stereotypes that people ha R programmed themselves to believe about people different sex, race, backgrounds and religious values. People forget to keep life simple. We are all human.

I, at times, conclude that the solution to all the sadness is pray, 'meditation and selflessness off course can greatly assist. This is a lot simpler to my understand then those many other views. It is thus easier to conclude that the country jzd a long way to go. This is especially so with the different kinds of people being citizens to the country. To those reading this znf feeling anguished by these concerns I currently express. I apologize. I would like to express how i love all South Africans and person of the world (regardless of make). It always joys me to consider everyone as a part of the "Rainbow nation", the simpler ap

Spectd of life. These I appreciate.

The diversity the is undeniably evident in South Africa. The eleven officiant languages. Our differ e are usually the ones that brings us together. When South african he it right. It becomes easier for one to understand why the country is referred to as the "Rainbow nation ", the food - "papa 'N vleis" which is an Afrikaans term given to a dish that is celebrated across the table of all traditions and families of South Africa. The sun. Travelling to Britain has allowed me to realize how different the dun in South Africa is - it's warmth, the way it feels on the skin' the south African sun gives me a sense of belonging and this is evident whenever I return home' I believe that the south africa sun is welcoming and warm M, it too reflect the nature of the free South Africa we aim to build. The country’s amazing history- &from the 14th century when Africans inhabited the majestic land to the 164h century she Jan Van Riebeck crew entered the car. - is also something to appreciate and be proud of for surely its part of our history. It is, I believe, important to remember appreciate and understand our origins.

12. Closing

"Love is a' act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit,." - Peter Ustinov

Growing up in South Africa has taught me to appreciate a simple lie. I have, through my experience o' this counter grown into the young man I am. The surrounding, the people the sun, everything here is p

13.  Wish List

1. A Unconditional love from and to all.

2. A continued exhibition of pride and respect for the diversity of our people

3. Celebrating of all. Historical events and calendar dates

4. Discovering ways to increase the divinity of all South African and Africa. 

5. Building of unified institutions filled with love and care

6. Developing of township empowering of women and women owned business

7. Increasing of programmes that also and build youth ingenuity and innovation

8. Increasing the important of unity, unity, unity.

9. Buying Proudly African products and services.

Section 5: The Charismatic Mentor

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Nelspruit as I made my way to our community center for another session of Ubuntu Rising. The energy in the air was palpable, and I was eager to share new ideas and projects with the group. Little did I know, this meeting would introduce me to a figure that would profoundly influence my journey.

As I entered the room, I noticed a tall man with a commanding presence speaking animatedly with a cluster of students. His voice was rich and melodic, carrying an air of confidence and wisdom. He turned as I approached, offering a warm smile.

"You must be Themba Ndlovu," he said, extending his hand. "I've heard great things about you and your work here. My name is Tumi Dlamini."

I shook his hand firmly, feeling a sense of intrigue and admiration. "It's an honor to meet you, Tumi. Welcome to our gathering. What brings you here tonight?"

"I've been traveling around the country, working with various youth initiatives," Tumi explained. "When I heard about Ubuntu Rising, I knew I had to see it for myself. The passion and commitment you all have for your community are truly inspiring."

As the session began, Tumi seamlessly integrated himself into the group. His charisma was magnetic, and it didn't take long for everyone to be captivated by his stories and insights. With every word, he shared his extensive experience in leadership and community development, offering practical advice and profound wisdom.

"Leadership isn't about being in charge," Tumi said, his eyes sweeping across the room. "It's about serving others, empowering them to realize their potential, and building a collective vision for the future."

His words struck a chord with me. I could feel my understanding of leadership evolving, deepening with each passing moment. Tumi's guidance was like a beacon, illuminating the path forward with clarity and purpose.

After the session, Tumi and I sat down to discuss his journey and the lessons he had learned along the way. He shared stories of triumphs and setbacks, each one rich with insights about resilience, adaptability, and the power of community.

"Themba," he said, leaning forward with intensity, "I see a great leader in you. But to truly make an impact, you must continuously learn and grow. Embrace challenges as opportunities for growth and never lose sight of the values that drive your mission."

His words resonated deeply with me. That night, as I reflected on our conversation, I realized that Tumi's mentorship would be instrumental in shaping the future of Ubuntu Rising and my role within it.

In the following weeks, Tumi became a regular presence at our gatherings, offering his knowledge and support. He encouraged us to think critically about our goals and strategies, pushing us to innovate and adapt. Under his mentorship, Ubuntu Rising flourished, attracting more members and expanding its reach.

One afternoon, as we sat under the shade of an acacia tree, I confided in Tumi about the challenges I faced and my fears of inadequacy. He listened attentively, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion.

"Themba," he said gently, "every leader faces self-doubt. It's a natural part of the journey. But remember, leadership isn't about having all the answers. It's about being willing to seek those answers and inspiring others to join you in that quest."

His encouragement bolstered my confidence. I began to see challenges not as obstacles, but as opportunities for growth and learning. With Tumi's guidance, I developed new skills in negotiation, conflict resolution, and strategic planning, each one strengthening our initiative and my own leadership abilities.

One particularly transformative experience was a leadership retreat organized by Tumi. Held in a serene countryside location, the retreat brought together young leaders from diverse backgrounds. Through workshops, discussions, and team-building activities, we delved deep into the principles of effective leadership and community building.

Tumi's workshops were especially impactful. He emphasized the importance of empathy, active listening, and authenticity in leadership. His exercises challenged us to step out of our comfort zones, fostering a sense of camaraderie and collective purpose among the participants.

On the final evening of the retreat, we gathered around a bonfire to share our reflections and aspirations. As the flames danced in the night, I felt a profound sense of connection with the people around me. We were united by our shared vision of a better future and the determination to make it a reality.

Standing by the fire, Tumi addressed the group, his voice carrying a blend of hope and conviction. "Leadership is a journey," he said. "It demands courage, perseverance, and an unwavering commitment to the well-being of others. Each of you has the potential to be a catalyst for change. Embrace that potential and let it guide your path."

As we returned to Nelspruit, invigorated and inspired, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. Tumi's mentorship had not only equipped me with practical skills but had also ignited a deeper understanding of leadership and its profound impact on community and society.

Under Tumi's guidance, Ubuntu Rising reached new heights. We launched initiatives focused on education, youth employment, and community development, each one driven by the principles of empathy, unity, and empowerment. The impact was tangible, as more and more young people embraced their roles as leaders and changemakers.

Tumi's presence was a constant source of inspiration and support. His mentorship had become a cornerstone of my journey, shaping not only the future of Ubuntu Rising but also my growth as a leader. Together, we were building a legacy of hope, resilience, and unity, one that would inspire generations to come.

As I stood at the helm of our initiative, surrounded by the vibrant energy of our community, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. The journey ahead was filled with possibilities, and with Tumi's mentorship, I was ready to embrace each one with unwavering determination and hope.

Section 6: A Beacon's Call

The news arrived like a warm breeze on a cool morning, carrying with it a surge of excitement and nervous anticipation. I had been invited to speak at the National Youth Conference, a platform renowned for showcasing the voices of young leaders across South Africa. The official letter, with its gold-embossed emblem, felt almost surreal in my hands.

Sitting in my room, I let the reality sink in. This was an opportunity to share my journey and the work of Ubuntu Rising with a larger audience. It was a chance to inspire others, to plant seeds of hope and action in hearts and minds across the country. But with that came the weight of expectation. Could I live up to the task? Would my words resonate as powerfully as my intentions?

Days passed in a flurry of preparation. I drafted and redrafted my speech, each version weaving in stories of my experiences, the lessons learned from my grandparents, the challenges and triumphs of Ubuntu Rising. I sought the wisdom of my parents, mentors, and friends, their encouragement bolstering my confidence. My mother’s gentle reassurance and my father’s steadfast belief in my abilities were like pillars of strength.

The morning of the conference dawned bright and clear. As I stepped onto the stage, the vast auditorium filled with eager faces, I felt a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. The bright lights cast the audience in a gentle, encouraging glow. Taking a deep breath, I began my address.

"Good morning, everyone," I started, my voice steady but filled with emotion. "I stand before you today not just as an individual, but as a testament to the power of community, love, and unity. My journey has been shaped by the wisdom of my ancestors, the resilience of my family, and the unwavering spirit of the youth."

I shared stories of my childhood in Nelspruit, the values instilled in me by my grandmother and mother, and the transformative experiences in Scotland. The room seemed to hold its breath, the energy a tangible force around us. As I spoke about the importance of education and empowerment, I saw nods of agreement and smiles of recognition.

"Ubuntu Rising," I said, "is not just an initiative. It is a movement, a call to action for every young person to realize their potential and strive for a better tomorrow. We are the architects of our own destiny, and together, we can build a future defined by justice, equality, and unity."

The applause that followed was deafening, a wave of support that washed over me. I felt a deep sense of fulfillment and gratitude. As I looked into the crowd, I saw faces filled with hope and determination, a reflection of the spirit that drives change.

After the speech, a young woman approached me, her eyes sparkling with inspiration. "Your words moved me, Themba," she said. "I want to join Ubuntu Rising and make a difference in my community."

"You are already making a difference by being here," I replied, shaking her hand warmly. "Together, we can achieve incredible things."

The conference continued with discussions and workshops, each session a rich tapestry of ideas and aspirations. I engaged with other young leaders, sharing experiences and forging new alliances. The sense of camaraderie and collective purpose was invigorating.

As the day drew to a close, I found myself reflecting on the journey that had led me here. The challenges, the lessons, the moments of doubt and triumph - they had all shaped me into the person I was today. And in that reflection, I found clarity and a renewed sense of purpose. The journey was far from over, and the possibilities were endless.

That evening, as I walked to the parking lot, the sunset casting a golden hue over everything, I felt a sense of peace and accomplishment. The path ahead was illuminated by the support and belief of those around me. With Ubuntu Rising as our beacon, we were ready to rise together, united by a vision of a brighter and more just future.