My mother was born on August 30, 1960.
On that day black people in America did not yet have the vote.
On August 29, 2008 almost 48 years to the day, Barack Obama was nominated as the presidential candidate for the Democratic Party.
For a year, my mother has devoted her life in prayer and fasting for the miracle we witnessed at 4.00am on the 5th of November, 2008.
Her generation and the generations that came before her know much better than I will ever know about the significance of this day.
Slavery, Segregation, Apartheid; they potently felt the repercussions of being judged by the colour of one's skin.
All I can bear witness to is the feeling of my success being perceived as an exception to the rule for my race.
However, today all that is over.
The inherent good in humanity has triumphed over the beast of prejudice.
Justice and liberty is truly within the grasp of all.
I am not proud just because I am black. It is much more than that, I am proud because in this moment my faith in humanity has been restored. We, as people, might not be perfect but this moment has shown that there is enough good in us to keep me optimistic for the future.
It is for this reason that I am daring to defy the cynics.
"With the help of God, Michelle and the citizens of America, Barack Obama like his fore-runner Abraham Lincoln will be one of America's greatest presidents."
Yes he can.