All I remember is pain and suffering, "we" children of Africa were being suppressed but we fought back . WE demanded change, to live like them. It was time for revolution.

It all started with my visionary friend Tsietsi Mashinini. he wanted to be taught with his mother's tongue, to him he could understand more easily what was being taught during a lesson that way. he tried to pass that idea to our foreign teachers but same- same, they didn't take it seriously,take us seriously. Just because we were kids, it didn't mean we didn't have no the right to be heard just like the rest of the adults.

I agree with what he was trying to do....