My Spring Day 2008

Spring represents freshness, flowers, more sun less clothes, fun times and most importantly new beginnings as we start to see the flowers bloom and the tree leaves grow back. This year was very different, as we all awoke to a 1st of September 2008, we were greeted by bitter cold weather. It was gloomy and the wind was far from fresh, it was bitterly cold.

I came to work wearing all black and was amused at how cold weather automatically results in fashion taking a dark tone trend. The majority of the office was in black ! Little did i know that at 13h30, those close to Lebo and those whose lives she had touched, would be sent into a shock frenzy. Lebogang Valerie Kgame, has passed on.


When i was informed about her passing, i was heartbroken. I was in pick n' pay trying to buy milk but getting frustrated that i could not find it in the meat section, i felt like i was in a maze. It took me almost an hour trying to navigate through a store that i had been in so many times before, all along trying to back hold back the swelling dam in my eyes because of the torrential storm of emotions consuming my being that was causing it to burst.

All of sudden the sombre mood of my day, which i prematurely thought was because of the weather, made sense. A very special child of the soil of Azania had descended to the heavens, even the sun took time out to mourn. She was a beautiful soul, so peaceful and so kind. As our hearts ache in unison for our earthly loss, the cymbals in heaven are making a joyful sound as they welcome their daughter, our angel back home.

Our hearts will mend, out tears will dry but you my angel, will live forever in our hearts and memories. You dedicated your life to others in this capitalist world we live in, as a councilor and a social worker for childrens welfare. So i dedicate all of my future spring days to your memory. I wish i had called more, took time out to have longer conversations and lingering hugs. But i am comforted knowing that you knew i truly cared.

Robala ka kgotso Lebo, you are missed already. mwah