MR NGCOBO
When I am back, I spoke the misunderstood language.  They said it is isigagaga, but I simply said ga-ga-ga.  The answer was the G3.  Who I am, I am the one who is fighting for my land.  I am the one who was jailed for the truth.  I am the one who was jailed for my friends.  I am the one who was jailed for the death of my loving mother.  I am the one who was tried to be killed every moment of my life.  I am the physician of human life, I am the scientist of human training, I am the biologist of human thoughts.  I am the fighter fighting for my eternal life.  Who I am.  Now you know who I am, for I am here for you my friends.  Yes, I am here for my life to surrender.  In death, pain I surrender.  If I die for my rights, who I am.
	My soul will cry no more, for though hearts are free to be stopped, for my eyes are free to be closed, for my feet will walk no more, but if my present is for the struggle of letting my friends in the hands of Buthelezi, who I am.  Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, brothers and sisters, I remember the spirit of  Gqozo, who said the blood will heal the broken soul.  Who I am.  Some call me uklova, for though that is true, I am the son of the free area.
	I am the son of liberation.  (That is all).