I had one longing which it seems is never going to realise. I so desired to write in my mother-tongue, my beloved ‘moedertaal’, Afrikaans. But all doors are being shut in my face in my own country. My own nation appears not to palate the sound of the Gospel of Jesus Christ—which is the only word I would love be heard in Africa’s only language conceived in and given birth to by Christian womb. O the freedom, the scope, the ready connection between mind, soul, word and lips I would have enjoyed. Thank you BaptistBoard if only I could say this before I died.