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No One In My Family Had Ever Attended School [...] On The First Day Of School My Teacher, Miss Mdingane, Gave Each Of Us An English Name. This Was The Custom Among Africans In Those Days And Was Undoubtedly Due To The British Bias Of Our Education. That Day, Miss Mdingane Told Me That My New Name Was Nelson. Why This Particular Name I Have No Idea.

I Have Taken A Moment Here To Rest, To Steal A View Of The Glorious Vista That Surrounds Me, To Look Back On The Distance I Have Come.

I Cannot And Will Not Give Any Undertaking At A Time When I, And You, The People, Are Not Free. Your Freedom And Mine Cannot Be Separated.

No One Is Born Hating Another Person Because Of The Color Of His Skin, Or His Background, Or His Religion. People Must Learn To Hate, And If They Can Learn To Hate, They Can Be Taught To Love, For Love Comes More Naturally To The Human Heart Than Its Opposite.

I Would Like It To Be Said: Here Lies A Man Who Has Done His Duty On Earth