My dear Benjie,

I am not writing because I have some great news that will not keep. As you know my wife and the kids haven't arrived yet so I can't entertain you to even a bit of psycho-analysis. I am writing, really, because I want my first letter in the New Year to be for you.

As usual, I have to say ‘Thank you’ for kindnesses done. My wife has told me a little of what you've done for them and will no doubt have plenty to add when we meet. I know you are happy to do so much for me and mine and do not wish to be thanked for it. But I am an African, Benjie, and one thing we can do is to say “Thank you”. And at my home I was taught to say “thank you” whenever the opportunity offered.

So, speaking as one African to another, permit me to thank you for:

(a) The Records. I had a real hootenanny on New Year's day. I played every one of them and enjoyed them immensely. I realize that you young fellows are trying to “modernize” me and I believe you are succeeding. It was a pleasure to hear Miriam again. She bowled me over the very first time I heard her and I have been her fan ever since. The opera pieces were marvellous. It was a real musical extravaganza. Yesaah!

(b) The books. I went into the Sino-Soviet dispute boots and all and was quiveringly indignant and happily amused in quick succession. There's no doubt about it, these boys are experts in their field and it was intellectually stimulating to follow their discussions and papers. I enjoyed Legum's article (paper) in spite of his obvious sympathies.

I haven't read far into the “consignment” yet but the little I have read convinces me that your research must be published, Benjie. Even if you were to draw the conclusion that there is no unmistakeable evidence of overt Communist activity, the bare, unadorned facts will make interesting reading, I am certain.