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

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.

Everybody Now Admits That Apartheid Was Wrong, And All I Did Was Tell The People Who Wanted To Know Where I Come From How We Lived In South Africa. I Just Told The World The Truth. And If My Truth Then Becomes Political, I Can't Do Anything About That.

Age Is Getting To Know All The Ways The World Turns, So That If You Cannot Turn The World The Way You Want, You Can At Least Get Out Of The Way So You Won't Get Run Over.

I See Other Black Women Imitate My Style, Which Is No Style At All, But Just Letting Our Hair Be Itself. They Call It The Afro Look.