4. She burned her coal & didn’t get the warmth of it
This world is beautiful. This planet can’t be bettered. I am talking to you today and the light is shining on the harbour opposite. The sun is in the sky. The sun is in the heavens. The sun loves us. The sun loves us today. The light is shining on the water. The light is shining on the waves. The sun is dancing on the water. Isn’t this world beautiful? I have to say that this planet can’t be bettered.
The birds of the air are celebrating. The sun is dancing on land and on sea. The birds are celebrating with the sun. There is a swallow opposite me as I’m talking to you. There are a lot of swallows opposite me as I’m talking to you. They come here every summer. They come here every summer from Africa. They come across the sea every summer. They come across the country every summer. They come here and they live among us. We don’t stop these foreigners. The opposite, in fact.
We welcome these visitors from Africa. We are impatient waiting for them. It’s not summer without the swallows of Africa. It’s not summer without the birds of Africa.
The swallow is a little bird but it’s a brave bird. It comes across the sea every summer. It comes across the country every summer. There is danger ... the journey is not without danger, right enough. People shoot the swallow. I saw it with my own eyes. I saw gunmen shooting up into the sky. I saw swallows falling down out of the sky. It was a pitiful sight. It was a merciless sight. The local people called it “sport”. Sport! They didn’t care about the swallows. A swallow and a fly are all the same to them. But the sight angered me. The sight frightened me also. There’s no summer without a swallow. If the gunmen kill all the swallows, they kill the summer.
But they didn’t manage to kill all the swallows. There are swallows opposite me as I’m talking to you. There is a swallow dancing in the sky. There are swallows dancing in the light. They are dancing with the sun. They are eating. They are eating the flies. They return to the nests every summer. They eat. They raise their fledglings and they return to Africa. The gunmen don’t stop them. The gunmen don’t block them. They come to us. They live among us. They raise their fledglings and they return home. They are brave. Neither hunger nor guns defeat them.
I praise the swallow. You be a swallow. Don’t let anything frighten you. We have a big long journey. We have a big long campaign ahead of us. We must educate people about the dangers facing us. But we can do it. The old people have a saying: “She burned her coal & didn’t get the warmth of it” That means that you waste all your resources and you don’t get anything out of it. That’s not how it is with the swallow. She didn’t waste her resources and she got the good of it again this year. Let the brave little swallow be a symbol for us. Let us follow the way of the swallow and we will be fine. This world is beautiful. This planet can’t be bettered in my opinion.