"Our kraals are empty because there are no hands to milk the cows," Rre Molefe sighed, leaning heavily on his staff. "The schools are quiet because the mothers are gone. If the people finish, who will tell the stories of where we came from?"
"If we only cry that we are perishing, we teach them how to die. If we plant, we teach them how to remain." Chaba Di A Fela
"We say the nations are perishing," she began, her voice thin but steady. "And they are. But a nation is not just the people who stand; it is the seeds they leave behind." "Our kraals are empty because there are no