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                    <title>TIGblogs - Milborrow's TIGBlog</title> 
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                    <description>What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe?</description> 
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                    <title>MY LETTER IN OPRAH'S "O" MAGAZINE</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[An extract from my winning letter in Oprah’s O magazine<br />
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Jill Scott’s article [How an artist connects with her song - September 2005] did it for me. Maybe its because I went through same thoughts after I became a father.<br />
Since birth, my son Ethan enjoys lying on me with an ear close to my chest.<br />
I always wondered why? Maybe it felt like a cushion since I have a hairy chest, I thought. He is four years old now and recently I discovered how intently he listened to my chest. Before I could ask him (telepathy?) he answered by saying: “Daddy, I can hear your heart dancing. I Love listening to your heart.”<br />
I thought of Jill Scott who was certain the first thing she ever heard was the sound of her mother’s heart, a sure and unrelenting rhythm that was both life-sustaining and calming. She says she hears a symphony in the click-clack of heels on a pavement, the rat-tat-tat in the conversation of friends, the wind in her ears and the children at play.<br />
The prophet Kahlil Gibran wrote: “Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. In a way I believe that this is exactly what happened when he listened to my heartbeat. As a poet I believe the heart is an instrument and a source of life’s longing for itself; it helps us to tune in to the beat of the world.<br />
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Selwyn Milborrow]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:36:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>POEM FOR GOVAN MBEKI</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[Sunset in Zwide<br />
(To Govan “Oom Gov” Mbeki)<br />
<br />
You suffered the pain of oppression<br />
and big brother wanted your life<br />
while a nation in chains needed it.<br />
<br />
You unshackled your mind<br />
and freed its broken battered body<br />
by capturing history on toiletpaper.<br />
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You were sharp as the spear of the nation<br />
whose silenced voices pierced the eyes<br />
of the world.<br />
<br />
Now you share the resting place of the forgotten<br />
and remnants of your last day echoes all around<br />
  Thina Sizwe Esimnyama<br />
  Hamba kakuhle qabane.<br />
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© 2007 Selwyn Milborrow]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:16:00 EST</pubDate> 
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