She told me that her name was Alwande. We were on the streets handing out donated isiZulu Bibles, and she asked for one in English. We had no English Bibles, but I had at least four at home. I would bring one tomorrow, I said. She started crying. I had heard of people in Communist countries, who weep when they receive smuggled-in Bibles, but never in our city. I asked her why. “When I was in prison, I was only given English books to read, so I can’t read isiZulu anymore.” Pr