|Letter from Norah and George to Phyllis Naidoo||
I am ashamed of the length of time that has passed since last I wrote to you, but time really pass these days. It is not that we do not think of you, for every morning I pray for you, the Mandela's and other who suffers under apartheid.
|Letter from Kathy to Phyllis Naidoo||
Thank you so much for your thoughtful and wonderful description of the wonderful 19 July event. It was such a wonderful description that I felt like we were right there! I just appreciate so much the time and effort that you took to give me your unique account of the happenings.
|Letter from Phyllis Naidoo to Helen||
Only this morning at 5.30am when I was busy cleaning the kitchen floor did I remember that I should have share d my experience with you a long time ago.
|The Bombing of Mr. Thembi Hani's Car : Article from Lesotho Weekly Newspaper.||
The remains of a car belonging to Mr. Thembi Hani a South African refugee who lives at Lower Seoli in the outskirts of Maseru. The car was destroyed by a bomb at about 2.45 a.m. last Wednesday Shortly, after the blast, a man was found sprawled next to the wrecked, car.
|Letter from Friend to Phyllis Naidoo||
A bomb last night at Chris (ANC up here). He and the family okay. Car totally destroyed and part of the home. The guy setting the bomb error somewhere along the line and it went off, burnt him badly. He is a Mosotho, in his shock he mumbled things about Alfred from Bloemfontein.
|Letter from Michael Lapsley to Phyllis Naidoo||
For some time I have wanted to express to you all a deep sense of gratitude. Through loving thoughts, prayers and good wishes, you have all accompanied me on the journey which I have traveled since I first contracted meningitis and was hospitalized in Canada in May.
|Letter from Phyllis Naidoo to Alison and Mike||
Thank you so much Alison for keeping me informed of Mike and for the reproduction of the undated e-mail (Is that right) which reached me today. Looks like Mike is here. If you are, welcome.
|Phyllis article about Bob||
Perhaps one should begin at the beginning. I cannot really say when it began - or how he came into our lives. Lets call him Bob. He soon ate lunch with us regularly. When we visited family in Verulam he was with us.
|The Quest for peace in this uneasy world|