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	<title>Comments on: My Memories of Madiba</title>
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		<title>By: Recruitment Girl</title>
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		<dc:creator>Recruitment Girl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 07:50:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for wonderful post ] Jennifer wow going back in time and remembering the stuff that you spoke of how amazing that you remember in such detail. Thanks for the goose pimples too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for wonderful post ] Jennifer wow going back in time and remembering the stuff that you spoke of how amazing that you remember in such detail. Thanks for the goose pimples too.</p>
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		<title>By: Gabriela Garcia Calderon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gabriela Garcia Calderon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:50:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a lovely post! What a lovely contribution from Jennifer Reynard!
I&#039;m not South African, I&#039;m a Peruvian who knows your country just from my reading. And I felt so touched by reading this text. I can imagine what this must be for South Africans, specially those living abroad.
I feel lucky for getting to know a little bit more about this wonderful man, who never gave up, who never surrendered. Thank you for that, and thanks Jennifer as well.
All the best from Lima, Peru.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a lovely post! What a lovely contribution from Jennifer Reynard!<br />
I&#8217;m not South African, I&#8217;m a Peruvian who knows your country just from my reading. And I felt so touched by reading this text. I can imagine what this must be for South Africans, specially those living abroad.<br />
I feel lucky for getting to know a little bit more about this wonderful man, who never gave up, who never surrendered. Thank you for that, and thanks Jennifer as well.<br />
All the best from Lima, Peru.</p>
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		<title>By: Global Voices Online &#187; Nelson Mandela, 90 years</title>
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		<dc:creator>Global Voices Online &#187; Nelson Mandela, 90 years</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 20:05:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Jennifer Reynard tried not to cry at her desk (and she failed) as she went through her first memory of him leaving jail, the election day, watching the inauguration on TV and his 90th birthday: Natasha, Tanja and I are at Natasha’s aunt and uncle’s house. “Did you send an sms for Mandela’s birthday?” Tush asks me. “Yes- but I kept it very simple. Just ‘Happy Birthday Madiba. God bless and have many more. Love Jenny”. ” Not me,” Natasha says “I got quite emotional, saying ‘Thank you for sending our country on its way to democracy…” Today- grey skies. I slept past my alarm clock. I got to work late. My eyes are teary. I wish I had baked a cake. I wish I could share with someone how much today means. I listen to Asimbonanga, Impi, Scatterlings of Africa and others on Youtube. I watch the video of Madiba on stage in Frankfurt. I want to cry for our country, and our people, for being so far away but for always having Africa in my heart. Mandela is an icon, but the key thing about him is it feels like each one of us carries a piece of him- a quote, a special memory, the image ofMadiba shirts hanging in OR Thambo - in our hearts. Not only does he remind the world that we count, that we mean something, but in some small way, his birthday has the power to bring me home. Happy birthday Madiba. God bless you. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Jennifer Reynard tried not to cry at her desk (and she failed) as she went through her first memory of him leaving jail, the election day, watching the inauguration on TV and his 90th birthday: Natasha, Tanja and I are at Natasha’s aunt and uncle’s house. “Did you send an sms for Mandela’s birthday?” Tush asks me. “Yes- but I kept it very simple. Just ‘Happy Birthday Madiba. God bless and have many more. Love Jenny”. ” Not me,” Natasha says “I got quite emotional, saying ‘Thank you for sending our country on its way to democracy…” Today- grey skies. I slept past my alarm clock. I got to work late. My eyes are teary. I wish I had baked a cake. I wish I could share with someone how much today means. I listen to Asimbonanga, Impi, Scatterlings of Africa and others on Youtube. I watch the video of Madiba on stage in Frankfurt. I want to cry for our country, and our people, for being so far away but for always having Africa in my heart. Mandela is an icon, but the key thing about him is it feels like each one of us carries a piece of him- a quote, a special memory, the image ofMadiba shirts hanging in OR Thambo &#8211; in our hearts. Not only does he remind the world that we count, that we mean something, but in some small way, his birthday has the power to bring me home. Happy birthday Madiba. God bless you. [...]</p>
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