How did I become an African nationalist? I was just a shy provincial boy in a hicktown job. But it was that little world of Marampa that, in a curiously roundabout way, launched me into politics. Almost without intending it, certainly without planning it, I accepted a role in the great work of liberation of my country and a part in shaping her political future. But it all began modestly, on a small and very human scale, in the circumstances I encountered or, perhaps more accurately, that encoun tered and gradually impelled me, in the course of my life in the mining community.
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