The Structure Of Apartheid Is Still Rooted

Love Is The Air That I Breathe, Like Oxygen. When I Lack It, I Feel Atrophied, Asphyxiated. When I Have It, I Feel I Am Growing. And So This Growth Is Linked To Others, Or To A Collective Other. If I Realize That I Do Not Love You, My Faith Diminishes, And I Breathe Less And Less Of The Oxygen Of Life. When I Feel Linked To You, In Communion With You, There Is A Current Of Love That Passes Between Us, And The Intensity Can Multiply. And The More This Love Grows, The More The Faith Becomes Luminous, The More I Feel Linked To The Collective Other. I Am Speaking Of God.

We Are All Equal, Rich And Poor And We Need A Society Where The People Enjoy Their Rights.

We Shall Prepare The Coffee Of Reconciliation Through The Filter Of Justice. Through Reconciliation, Streams Of Tears Will Come To Our Eyes.

Thirty-two Coups D'etat Are Enough.

When We Say Democracy We Have To Mean What We Say.