Oh! you white people think there is but one will in Zululand, that of the king.

But it is not so, for he is but a single man among ten thousand thousand, who lives to work the people's wish.

If he beats them with too thick a stick, or if he brings them to shame or does what the most of them do not wish, then where is the king?
Then, I say, he goes a road that was trodden by Chaka and Dingaan who were before me, yes, the red road of the assegai.

Therefore today, I stand like a man between two falling cliffs.

If I run towards the English the Zulu cliff falls upon me.