| Mothers, look at your children
These small stones
building a road through the country
these graves like footsteps towards the harvest.
—Karen Press
Congress of South African Writers
Child of the Song
Tell us
—Mongane Wally Serote
South African poet
Without sacrifice.
without understanding and dreams
emotion and protest,
there can be no childhood
—Jayne Cortez
African American poet
"Motho Ke Motho Ka Batho Babang"
(A person is a person because of other people)
—Mongane Wally Serote
South African Poet |
—You'd have to be pretty
dumb not to notice that the dreaded unrest has finally reached
us as well.
—We don't call it that. Our word for it is Isiqalo,—
the beginning.
—from My Children, My Africa
a play by Athol Fugard
We have set our quest for true humanity and somewhere on
the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize. Let
us march on with courage and determination, drawing strength
from our common plight and our brotherhood. In time we shall
be in a position to bestow upon South Africa the greatest
gift of all--a more human face.
Nelson Mandela
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