In your twilight years,
you stood firmly rooted,
towering above your peers.

Your life was one of dedication,
in the service of the truncheoned,
all throughout your beloved nation.


You came to us from distant shores, 
and we mourn together as one country bereft,
o' true son of the soil, a titan for the just cause. 


Uncle George, you may no longer walk amongst us all,
yet your life shall be for generations a principled clarion call, 

for you taught us, you showed us, your life embodied a truth immutable,

that none can walk proud and free and tall, 

unless we all lend a hand, to one another, when we stumble, when we fall. 



Hamba Kahle ntate George Bizos!
The Struggles Continue ...

Afzal Moolla was born in Delhi, India while his parents were in exile, working as political exiles against Apartheid in South Africa. He then travelled wherever his parent’s work took them, spending time in Egypt, Finland, and Iran. Afzal works and lives in Johannesburg, South Africa.

This piece was first published on Afzal Moolla's personal blog.