Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.
Something cracked open inside of me right after giving birth to my first daughter. From that point on, I truly understood my power, and motherhood has been my biggest inspiration. It became my mission to make sure she lived in a world where she feels truly seen and valued.
After giving birth, I feel like I can do anything.
I look at certain events in my very early childhood as manifestations of my powers because of the synchronisation of the universe.
The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.
If it gives you the power, why would you oppose it?
I come from a beautiful land, richly endowed by God with wonderful natural resources, wide expanses, rolling mountains, singing birds, bright shining stars out of blue skies, with radiant sunshine, golden sunshine. There is enough of the good things that come from God’s bounty, there is enough for everyone, but apartheid has confirmed some in […]
Intellect does not attain its full force unless it attacks power.
When information which properly belongs to the public is systematically withheld by those in power, the people soon become ignorant of their own affairs, distrustful of those who manage them, and – eventually – incapable of determining their own destinies.
What is public history but a register of the successes and disappointments, the vices, the follies and the quarrels of those who engage in contention for power.