Oh Mr Bulane, what a sight to greet the plains of Tabanyane! - Lewis Nkosi

We were lovers in everything but in name.

No, I'll die of a vaster, deeper, more cruel conspiracy by the ruler of my country who have made a certain knowledge between persons of different races not only impossible to achieve but positively dangerous even to attempt to acquire. They have made contact between the races a cause for profoundest alarm among white citizens.

For my grandmother, Esther Makatini, who washed white people's clothes so that I could learn to write.