In The Mind, In The Heart, I

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.

It's A Really Unfair World Because Life Is, Where I Am; All Day Long We Listen To American Music. So I Don't See Why The Radios In The U.s. Cannot Even Put Aside One Hour A Day Just To Play Music That Is Not American.

I Didn't Have Much, But I Was Always Happy To Share What I Did Have. It Seemed Like Every African That Came To New York City Would Show Up At My Apartment Door At Dinnertime, And I Couldn't Turn Them Away. I Wasn't Much Older Than Any Of Them, But They Started Calling Me 'mama Africa' And The Name Stuck.

Africa Has Her Mysteries, And Even A Wise Man Cannot Understand Them. But A Wise Man Respects Them

I Will Probably Die Singing.