(On WWI:)A man of importance had been shot at a place I could not pronounce in Swahili or in English, and, because of this shooting, whole countries were at war. It seemed a laborious method of retribution, but that was the way it was being done. ...A messenger came to the farm with a story to tell. It was not a story that meant much as stories went in those days. It was about how the war progressed in German East Africa and about a tall young man who was killed in it. ... It was an ordinary story, but Kibii and I, who knew him well, thought there was no story like it, or one as sad, and we think so now.The young man tied his shuka on his shoulder one day and took his shield and his spear and went to war. He thought war was made of spears and shields and courage, and he brought them all.But they gave him a gun, so he left the spear and the shield behind him and took the courage, and went where they sent him because they said this was his duty and he believed in duty. ...He took the gun and held it the way they had told him to hold it, and walked where they told him to walk, smiling a little and looking for another man to fight.He was shot and killed by the other man, who also believed in duty, and he was buried where he fell. It was so simple and so unimportant.But of course it meant something to Kibii and me, because the tall young man was Kibii's father and my most special friend. Arab Maina died on the field of action in the service of the King. But some said it was because he had forsaken his spear.

In Kilanga, people knew nothing of things they might have had - a Frigidaire? a washer-dryer combination? Really, they'd sooner imagine a tree that could pull up its feet and go bake bread. It didn't occur to them to feel sorry for themselves.

The people come to understand that wealth is not the fruit of labour but the result of organised, protected robbery. Rich people are no longer respectable people; they are nothing more than flesh eating animals, jackals and vultures which wallow in the people's blood.

What i took away from witnessing the broken climbers in Moshi was this: *Everything is easy until it isn't.*

I have loved no part of the world like this and I have loved no women as I love you. You're my human Africa. I love your smell as I love these smells. I love your dark bush as I love the bush here, you change with the light as this place does, so that one all the time is loving something different and yet the same. I want to spill myself out into you as I want to die here.

When I consider the teachings, doctrines and what happens generally in the body of Christ both here in Europe, America and in Africa, I sometimes feel that I am living in my own reality. Either the whole world is getting it wrong or I am just running crazy

Singapore, Switzerland, Austria, and many of the European countries that we all admire today, don't have one tenth of the natural resources that African countries have. Yet, because of the principles of truth and honesty, they have been able to build some of the most civilized societies in the modern world.

Leaders will love to be poor and see their people rich, than to be rich and see their people poor. This is their mission.

There is no other continent in the world where time is wasted like it is wasted in Africa.

The instability and disorderliness we have in Nigeria today and Africa at large is totally due to the absence of this light.

What a mighty nation, we will be, if we encourage one another?

The failure of the citizens to pray for the nation will lead to its collapse.

We must arise and build the nation.

The world needs great inspires, who will encourage every living soul to reach their highest potential. You can be one.

The glorious presence of God is with us. Let us rise in mighty strength to build the nation.

The fall of the nation, there is no;Faithfulness, Kindness and Knowledge of God in your sacred land.

Everyone must be given the opportunity to think, read and write.

We ought to know the history of our ancient ancestors.

Every child must be taught how to think, read and write.

Most people have a Tarzan view of Africa, as if there's something more savage about a spear than a howitzer.