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Yesterday I had the experience of meeting a young woman, Gertrude Kumalo, and I found out that she was the sister of the Reverend Steven Kumalo, a fellow priest. Hence I wrote a letter to him to invite him to Johannesburg. I wrote in the letter that his sister was very sick and appealed for him to come quickly. I managed to secure lodging in advance for Steven by asking a good member of our church, Mrs Lithebe and arranged for his meals to be taken at the mission house. I felt much sympathy towards my dear brother in Christ, as his sister is really in need of help and I was the bearer of bad news to his family. I hope the letter will reach him safely and quickly and I would see him soon.

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A few days after I had sent the letter to my brother in Christ, there was a knock on the door of the mission house. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mr Mafolo, who introduced me to the man who was standing beside him, Reverend Kumalo. I was glad that Steven had arrived and I could welcome him. It turned out that it was his first visit to Johannesburg and he was much confused with the city, being from the countryside, and had been robbed before he reached here safely. I made him feel welcome and gave him a cigarette, and he looked contented to be safe and shut out from the great city.

I informed him of the accommodation that  I have found for him and he looked grateful. I could tell that he was dreadfully worried about his sister and wanted to speak with me about it but then the bell, which informed us that the meal is ready rang, and we went to have our meal. During the meal we talked about the sickness of the lands and about the delinquents that ran around Johannesburg and about destruction with much sadness. After our warm dinner I brought Steven into my room and I told him about his sister. I told him that his sister is not physically sick, but a worse kind of sickness, moral sickness. I then explained more about how his sister was a prostitute and had been in prison more than once. Steven seemed shocked by my words and he said ''The peace of God escapes us" a phrase that rang in my ears. I then offered to bring him to see his sister the next day and he told me that he had another great sorrow; his son. He told me about Absalom, who came to Johannesburg to look for Gertrude but never came back and I assured him that we would try to look for him. Steven looked tired so I said that I would show him to his room. I realised that Steven was a really humble man, and I was touched, so I told him that I was a selfish and sinful man, avoiding the Christian sin of pride.

The last thing he told me was that he had a brother named John Kumalo, and I found him familiar. I did not want to hurt Steven, but I told him of how John had become  famous politician and he how he had no use for the church anymore. We talked awhile longer of the broken tribe and the socioeconomic difficulties that the black population is facing and I brought him to the church to pray.

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After I had brought Steven to his sister, we walked through many streets, and went to John Kumalo's shop. I knew that John Kumalo used to be a humble carpenter who worked in Ndotsheni but now he was one of the three most powerful black politicians that fought for rights of black South Africans. Many know that his fear of punishment prevented him from pushing for actual change and he was considered by many to be without courage- all flash and no substance. I listened intently to the conversation between the two brothers, and was slightly angered by John's arrogant smile and the words that he spoke. When John said that ''our customs are different here", I asked him if Johannesburg even had any customs and he skilfully evaded my question. When the topic of Steven's son came up, I could see that John was uncomfortable and I took the hint that Absalom might have done bad things, but I did not want to jump to conclusions, so I kept quiet.

When we left John's shop, I told Steven that many of the things that John said were true, about the inequalities and oppression that black men face and my exposition on power. I feel that the only thing that really has power is love, and only with love can a country grow together and end all the problems. I knew stories of how many black men had fallen and failed to bring peace, all because they lacked the heart and love. I just wanted Steven to understand how his brother was one of them, and how only true love, could bring South Africa together.

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Steven and myself had went to Doornfontein, then to Sophiatown, where Absalom had stayed with a Mrs Ndlela, where I found out that Absalom must have been in bad company, then we went to Alexandra, where he stayed with a Mrs Mkize, only to find out that Absalom had left them all quite sometime ago. I asked Mrs Mkize some questions about Absalom, and could tell from her eyes that she was terrified of the questions I asked, and wasn't telling us everything she knew. I instructed Steven to wait for me at the hill, and I went back to Mrs Mkize to ask her more about Absalom, knowing that she had kept things from us. I felt a little worried, knowing that Absalom must have done bad things, but I felt that I should find out more evidence about what he did, and so I gave Mrs Mkize no peace until she told me what I suspected. I know that I have went through great lengths to help Steven, but he is my brother in Christ, and I know the corruption and destruction that Johannesburg does to bonds too well, and I know that he is hurting, so I shall do all I can to help him reunite with his son.

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We went back to Johannesburg by taxi, and we saw many many people who were returning home to Alexandra by foot because of the boycott of buses and we also saw many white people who stopped their cars to take in black people and give them a lift. When we stopped at a robot, we saw a white man arguing with a traffic officer, and what he said hurt me. I could tell that Steven's reaction was one of unabashed joy and approval, seeing a white man help blacks, people of his kind. But I felt really sad. Some white men had the understanding and compassion to help the black people who needed help, but some people are just greedy and selfish, not even to let the kind hearted people help the less fortunate. Seeing the white man say ''Take me to court" hurt me greatly.