Lucky Ndlovu

Hungry & tired, Lucky Ndlovu thanked his employer & headed home.

I must hurry to make the last payment on mother’s stone. Then I can save for a mattress. He ran, eager to complete his chores & collect the headstone. On the way, he thought of his father.

I wonder why he left & never returned? The mines killed grandfather? Maybe it’s me, or the sickness? He blinked away tears blaming the wood smoke as he picked a path through the warren of shanties.

“Hi, Gran?”
They hugged, drawing strength. “Now fetch water before it’s dark”
Lucky loaded the gallon jugs onto the wheelbarrow that doubled as their table. Barefoot, he wobbled toward the communal outside tap. He skipped the frothy streams of sewage thankful the detergent masked the stench.

In the queue, he turned to the girl behind.
“Will you look after my stuff while I pick something up?” He pointed to the squatter camp’s only double-storey shack. With the misspelt words Funeral Dictator whitewashed across them.

The boy found a secluded corner before he unwrapped the tissue paper. On a small slab of black marble were the letters.

R.I.P Mamma Ndlovu

He caressed the chiselled inscription and whispered. “We are the elephant, Ndlovu. The noble giants who never forget.”
He clasped the stone to his chest.

People Lead People

We must not lose sight of the irony that we are now more alone than ever in a world of instant information.

There is a proliferation of ingenious concepts, products and models which promise to transform and secure market share.

Where is the same vision and innovation to ensure we don’t give up on the most critical of elements?

Life itself.

Life experience enables us to understand the importance of nuance, body language and to discern that, which is not said.

A vital aspect of leadership is to focus on the checks and balances to avoid our current path.

Leadership is about people, by the people, for the planet.

Leadership – About People. non-fiction

We Are All Immigrants

We are Immigrant. We are a migrant species. The human capacity to adapt to most environments has been key to its proliferation and diversity. Our omnivorous appetite and indelible curiosity has spread our ilk to every corner of the globe and beyond. Less adaptive breeds are no longer. Extinct because of their narrow influence and civil demeanour.

I am Immigrant. I have migrated to three continents in search of suitable habitat. Where I could be myself and provide a stable base for my family. To escape the oppression and uncertainty of a regime who stripped me of my citizenship of birth. I chose to move on from another for it did not present a long-term solution for the next generation.

I am now at home.

Immigration is a harrowing ordeal for the educated and privileged so try to imagine how torturous it is for those fleeing for their lives. Destitute and without resource only to be debased by the country’s they seek solace from. Icons of hope and freedom in their mind’s eye and shared dreams.

Consider for a moment the determination to journey without a mode of transport. The courage to face the unknown and the faith to seek pity in those you have never met. Judge not and above all else praise your God or lucky stars that your tenacity is never called upon to save that which you hold dearest.

To all those who vilify others for seeking refuge in a safe country and branding them as illegal immigrants do not understand what it is like to fear for your life or your family’s safety. Illegal means to take part in something contrary or forbidden by current laws. But does that mean it is right?