And I believe that it becomes a troubled continent because there are those who must always cause confusion so that we do not keep these natural resources.

I look at the past and I see myself.

It's a really unfair world because life is, where I am; all day long we listen to American music. So I don't see why the radios in the U.S. cannot even put aside one hour a day just to play music that is not American.

I see other black women imitate my style, which is no style at all, but just letting our hair be itself. They call it the Afro Look.

In the West the past is like a dead animal. It is a carcass picked at by the flies that call themselves historians and biographers. But in my culture the past lives. My people feel this way in part because death does not separate us from our ancestors.

In New York I heard A Piece of Ground, written by a white South African, Jeremy Taylor. I modified it a little and sang it myself. That song is very special to me because it deals with the land question in southern Africa. We were dispossessed of our land.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.