The Musie Family

We have spent the past few days with the Musies, and I thought that many of you would like to know how they are doing and could find peace (as I have) from their incredible strength. We spent a couple of hours with Edgar and Reverend Otis Spellman, who will be officiating the memorial service. Edgar, an associate pastor himself in South Africa, told us he feels that he is in a good place with Ntanga's death. He spoke with a smile when he said "Ntanga was not only my son, he was my friend. His body is no longer with us but he lives right here [touching his chest] in my heart." He described their special relationship as one of ease and openness and mutual respect. Ntanga told his father on Saturday before his death that he was not afraid of "this" (the unknown reason that his sudden events would occur) and that he did not want to live in fear. He just wanted to play soccer and live life.

I was given opportunity to spend a couple of hours alone with Margaret as well, taking care of last minute items in town. She is equally strong and genuinely amazing as well. She talked about Ntanga with a saddened smile. Her boy was her friend. He always helped in the house, knowing the family needs without ever being asked. In fact, sometimes if she needed a little help in the kitchen, to wash a dish or help clean the counter, she would say, "Ntanga, make my life easier". Ntanga would smile and come to her assistance, knowing just what she needed. He was the best friend not only to his parents, but also to his brother Lushaka (10) and sister Phophi (3). The three of them went to the playground together almost every day. Phophi enjoyed playing school with him, and Lushi played Playstation daily with Ntanga.

Spending time with Edgar and Margaret, I now know more than ever how Ntanga became the wonderful son, friend and big brother that he was.

Edgar's quote is an inspiration to all, "Ntanga lived his life. He finished his life. It was a sermon itself."