Babalwa Mhlauli

Lovelight flower Babalwa

Being

The one who conceals hatred has lying lips, and whoever utters slander is a fool. The wise in heart puts his knowledge in practice. Proverbs

 

Dear Oprah

 

I'm face to face with you this morning as I write this love letter to you. My spirit communicates with yours directly because I've learnt that "Solitude is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it."

Deepak Chopra

 

Mahatma Ghandi further explains that,

 

"In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth."

 

I've written many letters to you before, moved by the energy you shared so tirelessly with me and countless others through the Oprah Winfrey Show and in so many other ways. Moved by the power of love.

 

You are one of the masters of love, progress and transformation. You the master of upliftment and transcendence.  When I started to pursue my calling, you were there cheering me on, encouraging me, telling me I can. Your laughter, your courage, your vulnerability, strength and boldness has caused me to flourish. My granny said I must THANK YOU for saving my life. I'm eternally grateful because when you young life can be devastating but, through loving souls like yourself one finds direction thus, is able to bounce back to the life of promise, goodness and kindness.

 

You've been so loving to me, as soft as a dove. In your care I continue to evolve, I continue to soar on wings like an eagle, full of power, strength and magnitude. I needed the Oprah Winfrey Show, I needed you in my life! Perhaps its because through us "God lives, moves and has his BEING!" He therefore gives so bountifully to all of us, through the gifts he bestowed upon each and everyone of us, in order to advance the human spirit through love.

 

You've shared so many lessons with me, full of joy and kindness. I needed all that love and all those lessons. Thank You for shining your light on me my teacher.

 

You've been a friend to the lonely and afflicted the world over. A messenger of good tidings, driving the human race to the dawn of a new day shining ever so brightly with new possibilities, hopes, dreams and promise. Saving countless lives from grief and dispair. The greatest lesson you teach that illuminates so brightly, lies in your ability to teach people to honor God thus their calling.

 

Thank You Mama Oprah.

 

I'm a self taught artist. Your energy carried me through this passage of discovery,innovation and invention. With love, one can do all things through Christ who strengthens him. Its your love, your spirit that motivated me to be STILL and to keep on doing what God called me to do. Its your love that caused me to reach my utmost best. Its your love that caused me to see, to feel, to love and to face my truth for only truth can set one free. For this I'm grateful.

 

I saw the Christmas Kindness show and I knew I had to work even harder to fulfill my dreams. I've always known that I had to travel to the rural areas and reach out to the needy children in order to expand them and hopefully transport them to endlessness through my God Given Talents. You showed me it was possible and I dived. I worked tirelessly, nothing and noone could stop me although the sacrife on my part has been great. However I know for sure that there's nothing more important to me in this life than to fulfill all that God created me to do.

 

Many came dangling money and stupid offers in my face and I walked away because I'm not here to waist my valuable time, energy and intellect! They didn't realize that I'm moved by intention, authenticity and perfect alignment. My life is too precious to be waisted on mediocre. God created me to give birth to the unseen, to co create and to light up the Universe and I'm of the understanding that,

"There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world , and that is an idea whose time has come." Victor Hugo

 

There's a bigger picture here lies beyond business, it is to create pictures of beauty and to offer loveliness to the chaotic world that is in need of our love, peace and harmony. For this reason I'm determined to keep running to the finish line.

 

"The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics who's horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were." John F. Kennedy

 

The going gets tough at times but I'm grateful to you for hugging me in my darkest hour.  You've celebrated my success, you've guided me, supported me constantly, encouraged me and inspired me to be my best self, always. One can bear the load when one is surrounded by loving spiritual mothers like you, who are messengers of pure love. Spiritual mothers who would stop at nothing to be there when times call because, "we are spiritual beings having a human experience." Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

 

When my soul yearned to produce a message of love and gratitude that could reach you immediately, that could reach Grandfather Mandela immediately, that could reach Sydney Poitier, Dr Martin Luther King and many others with the speed of lightning, you were there as I prepared to record this message which is on you tube. You were there preparing my outfit and giving me the shoes to speak the good news of peace. You were there making sure that I looked beautiful. You were there with me so completely and I did it with you right next to me. Thank You So Much. Its an outpouring of Celestial Blessings tumbling down from the Father of Great Lights.

 

I wrote this letter two weeks ago while I was creating one of my favorite paintings ever. I call it Miss Ballerina. Its you and your dance. Ha ha ha! Makes me sooo sooo happy to the core of my being. Did you see your shoes! Big Smile! ( I just finished another masterpiece yesterday, sooo sooo excited, I can hardly contain myself.)

 

One of my favorite poems is called HOPE. It was inspired by my own personal experiences but, I also felt deep down in my spirit that it came through me as a gift for our Grandfather Nelson Mandela. So when I didn't have a way to recite it to him in person, (as I had asked people close to him who could have made it happen if they wanted to) I sent it to the personal assistant of our Deputy President, Kgalema Motlanthe, who organized my meeting with Mr Motlante at his office, in parliament. Its a blessing to be granted a meeting with one's Deputy President in the highest office in the land. An office that my ancestors fought hard for. An office that my ancestors sacrificed their lives for, an office that just made me cry because, as I walked through the door, up those stairs, I could see everyone of them and I felt their spirit all around me. History confronted me the very minute I entered the steely gates. I can't describe what its like to be transported back in the passage of time, to all historical moments and events that have changed the trajectory of history thus, making it possible for me to have been right there, that very moment, that very hour, that very day in history. ( I think grandfather Walter Sisulu had a lot to do with it, just love him to bits as I love all of them)

It still makes me cry as I think about it because this is truly one of God's devine plans for my life. He orchestrated that meeting for me. The timing was perfect too since I had the privilege of meeting Ms Graca Marchel in Mqhekezweni village, the home where Grandfather Mandela grew up after his father passed on. She said she was sent there by Grandfather Mandela since he couldn't personally attend the event hosted by the Eastern Cape Premia.

 

Yesterday I discovered something else about the poem HOPE, which I'd like to share with you, Oprah. Its another full circle moment for me. Its so deep, so profound, it really took me by surprise and touched the core of my spirit. I just sat there crying as I read on. God keeps on surprising me by revealing these devine things which He had ordained and called forth way before I was in the womb, way before grandfather was in the womb. It seems God had a plan for us to be spiritual partners and He wouldn't be stopped by anything or anyone. We just kept on crossing paths, sometimes it would be at times when I felt like I was falling real hard only to be falling in the warmth of his embrace. Big Smiles. At times it would be when I'm about to cry only to have my face brightly lit by his luminous smile. It seems if he couldn't be there for me personally, God was still going to use one of his grand children. So this other time I walked right into the warmth, humility and kindness of Chief Zwelivelile Mandla Mandela. Its a testament that to his miracles there is no end.

 

Perhaps one day God will reveal more of this mystery to me.

 

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. Isaiah

 

Nelson Mandela writes,

 

"...There was a tremendous advantage in Zeni becoming a member of the Swazi Royal Family: she was immediately granted diplomatic privileges and could visit me virtually at will. That winter, after she and Thumbumuzi were married, they came to see me, along with their newborn baby daughter. Because of the prince's status, we were allowed to meet one another in the consulting room, not the normal visiting area where one is separated from one's family by thick wall and glass. I waited for them with some nervousness.

 

It was a truly wondrous moment when they came into the room. I stood up, and when Zeni saw me, she practically tossed her tiny daughter to her husband and ran across the room to embrace me. I had not held my now grown-up daughter since she was about her own daughter's age. It was a dizzying experience, as though time had sped forward in a science fiction novel, suddenly to hug one's fully grown child. I then embraced my new son and he handed me my tiny granddaughter, whom I did not let go of for the entire visit. To hold a newborn baby, so vulnerable and soft in my rough hands, hands that for too long had held only picks and shovels, was a profound joy. I don't think a man was ever happier to hold a baby than I was that day.

 

The visit had a more official purpose and that was for me to choose a name for the child. It is a the custom for the grandfather to select a name, and the one I had chosen was Zaziwe---which means 'HOPE'. The name had a special meaning for me, for during all my years in all my years in prison hope never left me---and now it never would. I was convinced that this child would be a part of a new generation of South Africans for whom apartheid would be a distant memory---that was my dream."

 

In my early 20's I would meet King Sobhuza's second born son, King Mswati III. We attended the same event in Washington DC. Now you can see why I'm so deeply moved. Serendipity? Perhaps so because God just kept on delighting me with His sweet surprises. he ordered my steps to be in presence of Miriam Makeba and He would bless me with the friendship of Stevie Wonder. I'm not one who uses big names for any reason whatsoever but, it is important to me to honor the needs of this moment and to celebrate the power of the Most High. Perhaps to reveal God's indomitable to anyone who will be reading this. I was in my early 20's when God brought Stevie into my life. His friendship watered the roots of the artist in me, so did Mama Africa. I'm a trained journalist by profession but I knew I was an artist and I knew I would never be happy until I honored my calling. Stevie placed my creativity on a pedestal and I grew immensely but, I wasn't ready. I wanted the joys of figuring things out myself. I wanted to travel the world, fall and rise again because I've always known that nomatter what happens, I will continue to rise because;

 

"I am the elect race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God's own possession, that I may show forth the excellencies of him who called me out of darkness into his marvellous light. Peter

 

Stevie  was simply God sent because no one wanted me to be an artist. Above all one is protected, strengthened and uplifted by the genuine friendship of true friends, even if its for a moment. Its the quality of the friendship that matters most. In our case music and poetry felt like constant praise and prayer from on high. God is so so good.

 

Through your school Oprah, apartheid will be a distant memory. One has come to learn that when a people are used to oppression their only desire is to oppress others and deprive others of their basic human rights needs, perhaps they full of hatred and self loathing. It is those who are in positions of power who abuse their new found positions of leadership, perhaps they don't have the necessary skills and aren't qualified to be in those positions. Dr King spoke vehemently against the monster called apartheid.

 

I read that in 1965 he gave a powerful speech at Hunter College in New York City. Dr King used the power of spoken word to attack apartheid. He said,

 

“Africa has been depicted for more than a century as the home of black cannibals and ignorant primitives….Africa does have spectacular savages today, but they are not black. They are the sophisticated white rulers of South Africa... whose conduct and philosophy stamp them unmistakably as modern day barbarians.”

 

I can't imagine his disappointment and sadness today when he sees that it is the very people he fought for that are committing the very same crimes against humanity and they are sophisticated black people who have rather forgotten very quickly and simply don't care!

 

Girls have no place whatsoever firstly in their homes and in our communities at large. They are used as objects, raised to be nothing but eunuchs and slaves. We cannot have peace externally until each family is at peace. The reason we have an unstable world is exactly because of what is happening behind closed doors. And one is not suppose to tell and when you do parents hate you for the rest of your life. This is the very reason that it takes a village to raise a child. When one grows up in a hate filled environment one is taken advantage of in her community even by those who are meant to build and restore peace. However there's always somebody to help. God is the Master who always leads people and children to perfect destinations because He can turn everything for good.

 

This is the reason you are an angel Oprah. God has sent you here as a  Mother Teresa of our times, who continues to turn things around by mere virtue of being with us, by mere virtue of your presence let alone the vast amount of money, and energy you give to us so tirelessly. You deserve an honor far greater than any human being can ever bestow upon you. But I also know that you value and appreciate every gift when it is the heart full of thanks giving that seeks to honor yours.

 

With this I say Long Live. May our ancestors bless you and protect you. May they inspire you and whisper to you the way that will lead you to joy and loveliness, always. May God the creator of heaven and earth uplift you and bless you with your innermost heart's desires, time after time.

 

Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold. Corinthians

 

We salute you Mama Oprah.

(Happy birthday to you, I know for sure that God is lining up sweet and pleasant surprises for you! May they delight you immensely) Big Smile.

 

Love,

Babalwa

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