Finding Peace in My South Africa Mambazo was sweeping the steps of the courtroom when he saw a small man storm out of the area. The anger had somehow not suited the otherwise calm appearance of the man. Mambazo thought that there was something different and familiar about the gentleman. "You will know a great man when you see one," Mambazo remembered his wise grandfather's words. What is so enigmatic about an angry man walking out of the house of law, he thought to himself. At a young age of seventeen, Mambazo had not inherited big dreams and hopes from his father. There were fables and moral stories that his mother told him as a child. And his grandfather had provoked the mystical and the miraculous in him. But Mambazo knew that his place in the society was not very promising. Ever since the first European settlers came in their land and named their territory as The Cape of Storms, life had been stormy for his kind. Sure, his homeland had been renamed The Cape of Good Hope, by a Portuguese. Mambazo often saw the good in his people, but he seldom saw the hope in their eyes. His grandfather had never told Mambazo how to cope with the fact that he could not vote or travel in the same compartment as his colonizers. "I am just supposed to be sweeping," Mambazo told himself as he was unable to stop thinking about the big questions in life. As his eyes tried to follow the mysterious man who had calmed down and was standing on the street across the courtroom, Mambazo dropped his broom. He walked toward the man wearing the turban, as if he was pulled by the force of destiny. 2 Based on this passage, A. there was no system of law in South Africa before 1893. B. the youth of South Africa were trained to be warriors. C. European settlers had the same privileges as the natives. D. natives of South Africa did not identify with the colonizers.