Xoli (Zoli), as I called her, because I could not do justice to the pronunciation of her beautiful African name was just an amazing, awesome, decent woman, so beautiful inside out …...
She indeed shared of herself, gave herself, gave her all… stepped out even when she felt unprepared ….
Beautiful light ….
To her children….
The bond between mother and child is unparalleled. A mother’s love is unconditional. Not only are they a shoulder to cry on, but they are also an infinite wealth of advice. We admired your mother deeply. There will be none again passing through this path, but indeed, she came and touched our lives, how much more you, her children, her family.
And to her friends, to Sibo, it cannot be okay. It will be challenging not to see Xoli—going from seeing her to knowing she lies out there—but the knowledge that her spirit lingers on; her thoughts with time will be from a point of peace, that she came, she lived, she conquered, she loved and was loved …. And the tears will then be of warmth.
The comfort of having Xoli as a dear friend may be taken away, but we pray that the memories of that friendship will endure forever.
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yeah, they may forget, yet I will not forget thee. …This divine presence is what we call on for Xoli’s children, and they will excel beyond what they can think or imagine what even their mother couldn't imagine….
May He who changest not abide with you …..
We celebrate her today; she is more with us than she was alive…. She lives on….
Nancy Githaiga