"umthengi ezezimali, ukuze luhlolo ukuboleka imali izikhungo zemali, ulwazi ""umuntu owenza isicelo,"" ezifana engenayo nokuziphatha kuyodingeka wenze. ngisho lent "kungakhathaliseki ukuthi abantu banesithakazelo esigijimini sethu noma cha, isimo sethu sengqondo sifeza indima ebaluleke kakhulu ekuyijabuleleni inkonzo. kungani siqhubeka simemezela izindaba ezinhle ngisho noma kwenzeka sihlangana nabantu abangasinaki nabangenandaba nesigijimi sethu? kungenxa yokuthi siyaqaphela ukuthi ukuhlanganyela emsebenzini wokushumayela ngombuso nokwenza abafundi kubonisa uthando lwethu ngonkulunkulu nangomakhelwane. empeleni, ukuphila kwethu nokomakhelwane bethu kusengozini. (hez. 3:17--21; 1 thim. 4:16) ake sixoxe ngamaphuzu ambalwa aye asiza izisebenzi eziningi esikanye nazo ezisemasimini alukhuni ukuba zilondoloze noma zivuselele intshiseko yazo ngenkonzo. To while away my time, I made it a point to play the piano for an hour in the morning and this helped my fingers to remember the songs I had forgotten. My music became stale when my children began to play the piano for me at home. Yet in 1921 I was playing the piano regularly when I was in charge of the Fort Hare Choir. I was active then and I feared no one in music. The passengers appreciated my music on the ship. On Monday 21 November 1949, we completed 1 012 miles from Mombasa and stopped at several islands of the Seychelles which look like large stones in the sea. You would be amazed to see the ship steering its way through those islands. The islands are green and people live on fruit, and very large pineapples were loaded onto the ship. As we went on, we passed Cape Guardafni on the left, which is the tip of Africa and the entry to the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea (which I crossed in 1928). Now we are crossing the Arabian Sea north of the Maldives and Laccadive Islands. All these names are known by people who were educated through the Royal Readers. We eventually crossed the Equator and on 26 November 1949 we saw India, arriving at Goa harbour (Marugoa) which is ruled by the Portuguese. We stopped for a day, on a Saturday and toured the city, seeing the buildings which were built by the people of Vasco da Gama. We were walking under tall coconut trees. This was my first time to set foot in the land of the Indians about 100 miles from Bombay.