Fred Khumalo reminded us two years ago, on the occasions of the Mafika Gwala lecture, that as a young man he took a collection of his verse to Mafika Gwala to get his opinion. The “great poet…suppressed a giggle…[Then Gwala] said: ‘What is a dale? What is a promontory? What is a knoll?...You must write what you know. I want to see you next week. I want you to write me a poem about Doris.’”