Aint' nothing wrong with dreaming, I suppose. I dream of earthly things, tough, like the fulfilment of the hopes and aspiraitons of the poorest amongst us.

What use it is to reach the moon again when most of our fellow countrymen live in squalor; when our leaders are full of promises and delivery so little?

What use it is to reach the moon again when men and women sit on street corners day-in, day-out, their dignity and pride stripped bare by empty stomachs?

What use is it to reach the moon again when we cannot even look each other in the eye and say: The moon is not for us right now; what is for us is work, and commitment and community and responsibility for our nation's future.