Mangled Shoes

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The next morning, Deborah was the first to awaken at precisely 04:30. She had to be logical after nearly upsetting her grandmother last night. She slept in today, so there was no way.

Deborah laid her blankets out on a sandalwood platform after carefully folding them. They usually set them down like this. To avoid waking her relatives or her grandma, she tiptoed across the hallway and into the kitchen.

"This family is always so mad; I don't want to stir them with anger this early." She thought to herself.

"I should either walk out of here on my tippy toes and light the fire or simply go back to bed."

Sometimes it's toughest to complete the simplest tasks. Humans are intricate creatures.

An unexpected growl in her stomach caused her to dash into the kitchen. It had to have been her appetite returning. Perhaps the all-you-can-eat buffets and the romance of a grandmother's kitchen Deborah sprinted for the entrance. The fire had to be her main worry.

It almost seems like the Ovaherero family's fire never actually went out. It just continues to burn.

Deborah reached out for a plastic bag, candle wax, and some box cartoons, then proceeded to remove 'omize'- the ash from the previous fire.' As she lit the new fire, her grandmother joined in, carrying okaradio, a radio, and otjihavero, a chair, in the other hand.

Making demands as if she were the queen. Women inherit a history of dissent from their mothers. To dominate against resistance. Female refugees from colonial tyranny and oppression Many people who were escaping their lords died in the Omaheke desert. Then, in the name of German colonization, their masters rode horses after them and pursued them, killing and raping women and children in the process. Then again, they arose! copying the personas of the exact individuals they disliked.

"Moro

"Moro Debbie."

"Ii,moro mama" (Good morning, Granmama)

"Wapenduka?" (Have you slept well?)

"Ii nawa wakpenduka?" (Yes, I woke up well, and yourself?)

"Ii nawa noho. Yes, I woke up well and slept well.

Once the salutations were over, the demands followed.

"Mevanga otee jo minta.I'd like some tea, particularly with mint leaves, her grandmother remarked.

Deborah quickly left the room for the garden, took a few mint leaves, and then came back to the fireplace. Having a grandmother is one thing, but having a Boujee grandmother takes having achieved success in life to a whole other level.

Bread and butter are set out on a table by the fireplace. Like a pack of wolves, Kamma, Unovara, and Sukoo emerged from the front door.

"Moro mama," they chanted.

"Ii moro vantje wandje." (Yes, good morning, my children.)

They sat on the porch in silence, their hands on their cheeks and their legs crossed. With hens scurrying about and laying eggs, Was all they had for breakfast truly bread and butter?

What was colonialism's aftermath? Poverty? or merely the unfavorable circumstances that come with residing in a nation with poor economic development?

They really made for a humorous trio. As the proverb goes, "Boys will be boys." Kids will just be kids. when they desire to be kids.

They will follow their own desires if they aren't doing what they are instructed to.