ABSTRACT
I was born with the songs of Zulu rainmakers in my ears, they sang to end the drought, which burnt the land for ten years in South Africa … I remember how my nanny would tell me that if I listened to the wind, I would hear the voices of my life. I listened and I heard Prof talk about justice, I heard Piet talk about hope, I heard Dubula Manzi, the old medicine man, talk about courage. I heard Maria [talk about love] … These are the voices of my life, the voices of Africa; the voices I carry with me as Duma and I set out together to bring our country closer to each other.
