African nationalism is meaningless, dangerous, anachronistic, if it is not, at the same time, pan-Africanism.

Freedom to many means immediate betterment, as if by magic. Unless I can meet at least some of these aspirations, my support will wane and my head will roll just as surely as the tickbird follows the rhino.

Small nations are like indecently dressed women. They tempt the evil-minded.

No nation has the right to make decisions for another nation; no people for another people.

In Tanzania, it was more than one hundred tribal units which lost their freedom; it was one nation that regained it.

Take every penny you have set aside for aid for Tanzania and spend it in the UK, explaining to people the facts and causes of poverty.

When we were at school we were taught to sing the songs of the Europeans. How many of us were taught the songs of the Wanyamwezi or of the Wahehe? Many of us have learnt to dance the rumba, or the cha cha, to rock and roll and to twist and even to dance the waltz and foxtrot. But how many of us can dance, or have even heard of the gombe sugu, the mangala, nyang umumi, kiduo, or lele mama?