The Time Has Come To Accept In

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.

We Have Introduced A Rule Of Law Into Many Sections Of Our Public Life.

In Some Ways, I Saw The Garden As A Metaphor For Certain Aspects Of My Life. A Leader Must Also Tend His Garden; He, Too, Plants Seeds, And Then Watches, Cultivates, And Harvests The Results. Like The Gardener, A Leader Must Take Responsibility For What He Cultivates; He Must Mind His Work, Try To Repel Enemies, Preserve What Can Be Preserved, And Eliminate What Cannot Succeed.

The People Of Africa Have Learned The Lessons Of Patience And Endurance In Their Long Struggle For Freedom. In A Cynical World We Have Become An Inspiration To Many. We Signal That Good Can Be Achieved Amongst Human Beings Who Are Prepared To Trust, Prepared To Belief In The Goodness Of People.

Poetry Cannot Block A Bullet Or Still A Sjambok, But It Can Bear Witness To Brutality-thereby Cultivating A Flower In A Graveyard.