I didn’t make it to the memorial last night, which was a glorious tribute to Nelson Mandela, but went to place some flowers at the City Hall this morning. In some ways it’s a silly gesture but it felt good to do that and to mix with people feeling as I did. Afterwards I walked around the CBD and felt something palpable in the air … it wasn’t just summer and tourists and buskers, it was ‘gees’, it was history being made – and it wasn’t the first time we’ve experienced it in South Africa.
These photos are not in the order I want them but WP is playing up tonight and won’t allow me to re-arrange them so …. well, whatever… this was the scene in front of City Hall.
A new political party gets in on the act.
One Angolan or all of Angola? Doesn’t matter, the thought was there.
Almost a typo from Bangladesh.
The big screen is there to record your moves,
City Hall looking very gorgeous with potted plants and trees and stuff.
The famous balcony where Nelson Mandela first addressed the world after his prison release in the 90s.
You can sign a book by hand or give a digital tribute.
The Democratic Republic of Congo is there, too.
People stroll, place their flowers, stroll some more, look closely at messages, take photos, walk on ….
Until you go there and see the flowers you don’t realise how much there is. They’ve been pushed very tightly up against the railing (to leave walking space and for more flowers) – the first flowers placed must be quite rotten – you can barely see them under the new ones. I wonder if they’ll be composted and the messages recorded?
My bunch with secret message hidden inside the flowers. The selection and process of buying them from the famous flower sellers was as much a part of it as placing them.
Nelly Mandela? My sister moment!
Someone went to a LOT of trouble making a Mandela sampler…
Now this made sense – a tree. I hope it gets watered and eventually planted .
And another tree
Yes, I agree – wine is the answer, with a Coke for the next morning.
I bought a cheesy top from this lady but it bothered me that she called me ‘Madam’ and another bloke “Boss’ – told her those days are over, no more addressing white people as Madam or Boss!