Whenever there's a camera around, a video or film camera, it's a great deal harder for those in power to bury the story.

Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered by the dust. But the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust.

Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher, oh Biko, Biko.

Artists everywhere steal mercilessly all the time and I think this is healthy.

I hold the line, the line of strength that pulls me from the fear.

Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.

I get lost, sometimes. Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart.