Today, October 21st, 1946, is my last day in the wonderful village of Ndotsheni before I head up into the mountains. I am leaving because the Chief says that it would not be a good idea to have the father of a murderer be a role model in a village that is trying to heal. So early this morning my wife made me a bottle of tea and a homely cake to provide food for me during my journey up into the mountains. As I left the village I said my goodbyes to everybody. Then I left on my long journey up into the hills. Once I reached my destination, which was a large boulder that overlooked the valley. I rested there before I composed my self and started to meditate. During my meditation, I turned to giving thanks for all of the things that I have, and remembering the people I have met, the places I have gone, and the lessons that I have learned. After meditating like this I had a realization that the great valley of Ndotsheni is still in darkness, but it is the dawn of a new day and the light will soon come.
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| This is a Homely Cake | |
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| This was my bottle of tea |
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| This is the dawn of a new day looking over Ndotsheni and all of South Afica |
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