It was about a 3-4 hour bus ride to the historic Blood River and Isandlwana battle fields. It was very intriguing to hear what happened and at the same time standing on the very same ground. Our guide was this old man who seemed to be so frail ready to keel over. He was actually packed with lots of energy. He described what happened at each battle field with such passion and great knowledge. I was trying to keep up with this little man. He would shout in IsiZulu and at times it catch me off guard how chipper and energetic he was. I loved how he was completely passionate about the military history.

On the ride back to AE, I was reading through the History of South Africa textbook, and I began to read about the Segregation and Apartheid eras. There were several points in the text that made me feel so frustrated and angry at the evils and arrogance of man. How much the Blacks were oppressed. Even the ability to provide for themselves were stripped away because their lands were taken. Good paying jobs were practically non-existent for Blacks. This was all happening in the 20th century.

I was thinking how can man do such things in the name of God. It made me think of Hitler and his motivation to clean the world of Jewish people. I came to tears at this point because God gave us the freedom of choice, and that choice can be used for good or evil. And too often evil is disguised as good.