I Have To Go And Say Farewell

I Kept My Culture. I Kept The Music Of My Roots. Through My Music I Became This Voice And Image Of Africa And The People Without Even Realising.

It Was Hard To Be Away From Home, But I Am Glad That I Am Home Now.

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.

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.

Girls Are The Future Mothers Of Our Society, And It Is Important That We Focus On Their Well-being.