A friend of mine in London, a wise and perceptive son of iSilo samabandla in a far country, once said to me that people who look at British people and see sheep should realize that beneath the wool there is a lion's mane and beneath the soft sheeplike voices there is a thunderous growl.
I believe that from today we will see more and more the emergence of the leonine reality of Great Britain as its people confront the realities of what was done to innocent commuters here, humans living human lives, by fanatics and homicidal maniacs.
Some of the dead will be from many other countries.
Let us mourn them all.
Somebody's husband, somebody's wife, somebody's son, somebody's daughter, somebody's mother, somebody's father, somebody's sister, somebody's brother, died today on the innocent road between breakfast and a farewell kiss at home and the first hour at work.
Sithi: lala ngoxolo.
May the earth rest lightly on your mortal remains and may God welcome you to Heaven.
I believe that from today the British will grow increasingly prepared to confront fanatics and homicidal maniacs across the globe.
A new wind is going to blow across the planet.
Please let us position ourselves to let this wind carry us and assist us in our journey.
We are after all lions ourselves, not sheep.