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.

I look at the past and I see myself.

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.

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

Age is wisdom if one has lived ones life properly.

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.