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What I Did on My Covid-19 Vacation: Chapter 7

Updated: Oct 22, 2021

His Day Is Done

I started this series before the arrival of the vaccines that are now saving millions of lives world-wide. The series was based on the period of real time I spent reading Nelson Mandela's autobiography Long Walk to Freedom. The concept was a tongue-in cheek comparison between Mandela's 27 years in prison and my own interment in my Country Club Prison with a view. The duration of the series was supposed to match the time it took from outbreak of Covid-19 in February of 2020 and the day I received my Covid-19 Vaccination Record card on February 16, 2021.

Along the way I included excerpts from Mandela's book with comments and poems that pertained to his life as it unfolded.

The book is finished, I am vaccinated and Mandela has passed into a greatness that only history can proclaim. I can think of no better way to end both our journeys than with a Mandela tribute by our greatest living poet, Dr. Maya Angelou.

This is Maya Angelou's poem for 'Madiba' a South African title of respect for Nelson Mandela, derived from his Xhosa clan name.

His Day Is Done

His day is done.

Is done.

The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.

Nelson Mandela’s day is done.

The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in the United States, and suddenly our world became somber.

Our skies were leadened.

His day is done.

We see you, South African people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveler returns.

Our spirits reach out to you Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer. We think of you and your son of Africa, your father, your one more wonder of the world.

We send our souls to you as you reflect upon your David armed with a mere stone, facing down the mighty Goliath.

Your man of strength, Gideon, emerging triumphant.

Although born into the brutal embrace of Apartheid, scarred by the savage atmosphere of racism, unjustly imprisoned in the bloody maws of South African dungeons.

Would the man survive? Could the man survive?

His answer strengthened men and women around the world.

In the Alamo, in San Antonio, Texas, on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, in Chicago’s Loop, in New Orleans Mardi Gras, in New York City’s Times Square, we watched as the hope of Africa sprang through the prison’s doors.

His stupendous heart intact, his gargantuan will hale and hearty.

He had not been crippled by brutes, nor was his passion for the rights of human beings diminished by twenty-seven years of imprisonment.

Even here in America, we felt the cool, refreshing breeze of freedom.

When Nelson Mandela took the seat of Presidency in his country where formerly he was not even allowed to vote we were enlarged by tears of pride, as we saw Nelson Mandela’s former prison guards invited, courteously, by him to watch from the front rows his inauguration.

We saw him accept the world’s award in Norway with the grace and gratitude of the Solon in Ancient Roman Courts, and the confidence of African Chiefs from ancient royal stools.

No sun outlasts its sunset, but it will rise again and bring the dawn.

Yes, Mandela’s day is done, yet we, his inheritors, will open the gates wider for reconciliation, and we will respond generously to the cries of Blacks and Whites, Asians, Hispanics, the poor who live piteously on the floor of our planet.

He has offered us understanding.

We will not withhold forgiveness even from those who do not ask.

Nelson Mandela’s day is done, we confess it in tearful voices, yet we lift our own to say thank you.

Thank you our Gideon, thank you our David, our great courageous man.

We will not forget you, we will not dishonor you, we will remember and be glad that you lived among us, that you taught us, and that you loved us all.

Read more of my brief chronicle of the great man in the series What I Did on My Covid-19 Vacation @

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