I have one thing in common with the emerging black nations of Africa: We both have voices, and we are discovering what we can do with them.

The conqueror writes history, they came, they conquered and they write. You don't expect the people who came to invade us to tell the truth about us.

my thoughts are like quick little fish that swim out of my grasp.

I have to go and say farewell to all the countries that I have been to, if I can. I am 73 now, it is taxing on me.

I look at an ant and I see myself: a native South African, endowed by nature with a strength much greater than my size so I might cope with the weight of a racism that crushes my spirit.

Age is wisdom if one has lived ones life properly.

For instance, we're always fighting amongst each other. Who gives us the arms? And then we become indebted to wherever we are buying them from - with what? The very resources we need to keep there.