Even Michelle Obama looked annoyed.
Here’s how I want things orchestrated at my funeral: lots of selfies, lots of texting, lots of singing, lots of dancing, lots of beach balls bouncing from mourner to mourner, short speeches bordering on inappropriately short.
And Michelle Obama looking annoyed.
I love this woman so much, however she chooses to look is exactly how I want her to look. Everything is better when Michelle Obama is around. Have you noticed?
In my lifetime, at least in the part of my lifetime which matters, in other words, the years since I discovered the joy of nocturnal emission, I’ve never been so smitten with a First Lady.
I get the feeling Nelson Mandela was laughing so hard, at his funeral, tears were raining down from Heaven. Granted, I don’t believe in Heaven. But in the imaginary place where I hold the idea of Heaven, Nelson Mandela was dancing.
In the middle of Barack Obama’s eulogy, he invoked a word from South Africa, a word which means we only achieve who we are by sharing ourselves. The word is “Ubuntu.”
In the middle of Barack Obama’s eulogy, I was taken by the sight of people behind the president, dancing and singing beneath umbrellas, egging-on a sense of joyfulness.
In the middle of Barack Obama’s eulogy, I started laughing.
Apartheid looks like nothing. 27-years in prison looks like nothing. Injustice looks like nothing.
I know it’s the opposite, and I don’t mean to belittle those who are suffering, as these very words are being scribbled, under the soul crushing humiliation of racism, sexism, homophobia, unemployment, underemployment, poverty. But Madiba has a way of making anything seem possible.