I am a mother, a loving one (I should think so). This morning before leaving for work, I held my daughter. I held her like I would never hold her again . I am blessed for that ,but, away in Mozambique, is a mother who will never hold her son again.She will never hear his voice again.Not because he refuses to speak to her, but because someone decided to take away his voice,his strength and ultimately his life.

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Authors note: 

I especially loved this piece because of the questions posed to me and every young leader alike. A question I can never ignore… When our future children/grand children ask “where were you while others suffered”? I want to be able to say I too, fought for their freedom, their rights and for reconciliation. I fought for change. I helped make their world a better place!