Dear Amantle Montsho I love you. It may sound like a cliche but I am behind you the very same way I supported you when you won your first medal. I screamed and cried tears of joy. Amantle you are rare beauty with speed. You are the sun that makes flowers blossom into fragrance.Your walk Amantle, No! you do not walk, you glide upon the strata of mother earth that shaped your creation. To me you are as precious as Botswana diamond, even more precious because honestly I havent seen that diamond. Women like you are flowers to be gently picked by the petals not to be uprooted like weeds. Amantle, you are not a broken door people should run into nor a laundry mat that people should wipe their muddy feet on. It doesnt even rain in Botswana and I wonder where their boots get the mud from. You are not a metaphor poets should use to colour their poems nor the politican slogan politicians should use to campaign.You are a woman. O mosadi mosadigadi, thari thari ya sechaba, mabele mabelega batho. Amantle, you are not made of peoples love or hate. My girl, you are made of the Love of God. Who shall separate us from the love of God, shall tribulations or persecution or danger or sword? Clearly they never loved you because love is faithful as the sun that rises from the east and sets on the west daily, the sun never says to earth you owe me. Amantle have you ever heard the sun apologising to mother earth on a cloudy day? You do not owe ordinary people an apology because they are not in a position to understand that you did not sniff crack cocaine or weed. This is just the beginning of your career. God has ABUNDANCE installed for you Yours, Woman of God Herein refered to as Berry Heart berrymyheart@gmail
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 08:22:17 +0000
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