ENGLISH Punctuation (Objective) [2 M]

That was twenty-four hours ago. Since then, nobody had come near him. The day before, all day long, he had watched his parents flying about with his brothers and sister, perfecting them in the art of flight, teaching them how to skim the waves and how to dive for fish.

I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else’s freedom, just as surely as I am not free when m freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity.

I was not born with a hunger to be free. I was born free — free in every way that I could know. Free to’ run in the fields near my mother’s hut, free to swim in the clear stream that ran through my village, free to roast mealies under the stars and ride the broad backs of slowing-moving bulls.

But the decades of oppression and brutality had another, unintended effect, and that was that it produced the Oliver Tambos, the Walter Sisulus, the Chief Luthilis, theYusuf Dadoos, the Bram Fischers, the Robert Sobukwes, of our time — men of such extraordinary courage, wisdom and generosity that their like may never be known again.

The day was symbolized for me by the playing of our two national anthems, and the vision of whites singing ‘Nkosi Sikelel— iAfrika’and the blacks singing ‘Die Stem’, the old anthem of the Republic.

Today, all of us do, by our presence here... confer glory and hope to newborn liberty.

To the assembled guests and the watching world, I said: 

Lencho showed not the slightest surprise on seeing the money; such was his confidence - but he became angry when he counted the money. God could not have made a mistake, nor could he had denied Lencho what he had requested.

“What faith! I wish I had the faith of the man who wrote this letter. Starting up a correspondence with God!” So in order not to shake the writer’s faith in God, the postmaster came up with an idea answer the letter.

He wrote ‘To God’ on the envelope, put the letter inside and, still troubled, went to town. At the post office, he placed a stamp on the letter and dropped it into the mailbox.

“Don’t be so upset, even though this seems like a total loss. Remember, no one dies of hunger.” “That’s what they say : no one dies of hunger.”

In the north-east huge mountains of clouds could be seen approaching. The air was fresh and sweet. The man went out for no other reason than to have the pleasure of feeling the rain on his body, and when he returned he exclaimed, “These aren’t raindrops falling for the sky, they are new coins.”

"I ought to go back to Paris," I thought, "but I wanted to get home."