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Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.β β Japanese Proverb
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No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place.
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The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who donβt do anything about it.β β Albert Einstein
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If you educate a man you educate an individual, but if you educate a woman, you educate a nationβ.
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If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.β β John Quincy Adams
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If you think you are too small to make a difference, you havenβt spent a night with a mosquito.β β African proverb
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Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a manβs growth without destroying his roots.
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Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take a bus with you when the limo breaks down.
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It is better to die for an idea that will live, than to live for an idea that will die.β β Steve Biko
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When the people fear the government there is tyranny, when the government fears the people there is liberty.β βThomas Jefferson
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In many ways, this book is not about the politicians who are turning the ANC and Nelson Mandelaβs legacy into a nightmare. It is about all of us, South Africans, who keep quiet when our voices are needed. It is about those of us who keep quiet when journalists like Mzilikazi wa Afrika are arrested on trumped-up charges.11 It is about those of us who have forgotten that freedom is never fully achieved, but is defended and renewed every single day, in every square inch of space we occupy in the world. If the South Africa of our dreams withers and dies, it will be because we have stepped away from the public square. Where is the real ANC? Crucially, where are the men and women who fought so valiantly for this new South Africa?
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The travelers after leaving Tlouβs village, where De Villers and his friends were hiding, took a rest under a shady tree at the foot of a hill, where they fell asleep. On awakening they beheld half a dozen Matebele emerging from a thicket in the depression below their hiding place. Naturally, the sight struck terror in them. For a moment they knew not what to do. But the younger man, more resourceful than Lepane, suggested to the elder that they were less likely to be seen if they hid in separate places. So advising Lepane to press close up to the tree-trunk he crawled through the grass and the bushes to find another hiding place.
This plan might have worked very well had not Lepaneβs nerves unfortunately given way at the near approach of the foe. Terror-stricken, Lepane before being bescried shrieked aloud. βOh, spare me!β he cried. βI will tell you of some undesireable persons in King Mzilikaziβs country. Just let me live, I tell you, I am not alone.β
βHeβs a liar!β shouted his astonished companion from the bush hard by: βKill him, heβs alone.β [128 β 129]
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