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Quote by Nelson Mandela

“I have never cared very much for personal prizes. A person does not become a freedom fighter in the hope of winning awards.”

Quote by Nelson Mandela

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Nelson Mandela
Nelson Mandela

Nelson Mandela, the former President of South Africa, was born on July 18, 1918, and passed away on December 5, 2013. He was a leader in the anti-apartheid movement in South Africa and was imprisoned for 27 years for his opposition to apartheid policies. Mandela dedicated himself to promoting democracy and equality in South Africa, becoming a symbol of anti-racism and peace worldwide. more

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