Jul 8, 2009 | Fiction |
Therefore I shall devote myself, my time, my energy, my talents, to the service of South Africa. I shall no longer ask myself if this or that is expedient, but only if it is right. I shall do this, not because I am noble or unselfish, but because life slips away, and...
Jun 29, 2009 | Fiction |
– I’ve spoken to Mary, he said to me. She and I agree that it’s more important to speak the truth than to make money. Harrison laughed at that, but cut himself short, remembering the sadness of the occasion. My son John was there, he said, looking at...
Jun 22, 2009 | Fiction |
Because the white man has power, we too want power, he said. But when a black man gets power, when he gets money, he is a great man if he is not corrupted. I have seen it often. He seeks power and money to put right what is wrong, and when he gets them, why, he enjoys...
Jun 1, 2009 | Fiction |
Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens the pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children...
