Nelson Mandela (1918-2013)
To learn more about the life of one the great leaders of our time, try these…
Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela for his autobiography, from his youth activism, to his imprisonment, to his eventual presidency
Conversations with Myself by Nelson Mandela for raw, powerful and moving letters, diary entries and other writings from his life
Playing The Enemy by John Carlin for the true story of how Mandela united a divided country through the power of sport (filmed as Invictus)
Cry, The Beloved Country by Alan Paton for a fictional story set in 1940s South Africa, a protest against the social structures that led to Apartheid
“When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace.” - Nelson Mandela
Electric #latergram from yesterday’s shoot with @apairandaspare - run at this @bassike power ranger (@tonybianco) (at ACP Magazines Head Office)
I don’t feel I missed anything beyond this form of life. Yes, I gave up a lot of stuff-books, clothing and other unnecessary things we all registers. But gained freedom. Real freedom. Freedom of movement, that allows me to live near the beach, in the beautiful wooded area, or even in the city. Freedom from taxes, electricity, cable companies and corporations.
I dont want sex, i want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
"My mother is the perfect Ecuadorian wife and mother. Everyone loves her. She will sit and listen to you and provide advice when it is solicited. She cooks, cleans, makes sure her house and daughters are neat, and she will always look cute doing it. All things she did not teach me to be or do.
One day, my father and I were talking about how the lack of these skills affected me. We talked and talked while my mother stayed quiet. Soon, the conversation turned into a “Mom-you-should-have-taught-us- how- to-do-X-Y-and-Z!!!”
After a couple of those outbursts, my mother looked at us and told us to shut up. In Spanish.
We were quiet.
She looked straight at me and said the following: “I did not teach you those things because I did not want any man to have any excuse to order you around and tell you what to do. I don’t want you or any of my daughters to be like me.”
…And while there were definite fears of what being “Americana” meant — love and independence, were items she wanted for her daughters, but for her, were tied together. Her obligations became my options.”