This one I write for my fellow brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. Grandparents in my beloved country.
The time is near. The Lord hears your cries. The Lord hears our prayers. Two decades too long. Some of us fled. For our safety. But you stayed, having no choice. That is bravery. That is BOLDNESS.
Your DNA is found in the soil. The ground carries your blood. The earth shakes. The heart of Africa is being resuscitated. I feel a pulse. A hear a heartbeat.
Just like the children of Israel, we’ll be set free into the Promise Land. Hold fast, just a little longer. Hold fast.
I can hear the chains falling. The great victory is near. David was small in size, but he had the Lord our God and he defeated Goliath. Our prayers will not be in vain. Hold on a little longer. Just like Django, we’ll soon be set free.