I hope climate science becomes the big thing. And then what I want is electrical engineers to solve the world’s energy problems, energy distribution problems. I want mechanical engineers to make better transportation systems. I want chemical engineers to develop better solar panels, and so on.
The murder of Lumumba, in which the U.S. was involved, in the Congo destroyed Africa’s major hope for development. Congo is now total horror story, for years.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
History says, ‘Don’t hope on this side of the grave.’
We are setting ourselves up for disappointment if our hope is built on anything less than Jesus.
Mr. Obama’s approach to engagement to some degree makes him dependent on people who wish neither him nor America well. This doesn’t have to end badly and I hope that it doesn’t – but it’s not an ideal position after one’s first year in power.
We must not lose hope. Hope is an anchor to the souls of men. Satan would have us cast away that anchor.
We are now on the threshold of a newer movement, with a newer hope and a new inspiration.
It’s true that General Musharraf opposes my return, seeing me as a symbol of democracy in the country. He is comfortable with dictatorship. I hope better sense prevails.
If someone is alone reading my poems, I hope it would be like reading someone’s notebook. A record. Of a place, beauty, difficulty. A familiar daily struggle.