There Are A Lot Of Homes For

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.

My Thoughts Are Like Quick Little Fish That Swim Out Of My Grasp.

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.

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

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.