It was difficult to forget my parents, their scents, her laugh, his hugs, her cooking, his scoldings, everything wouldn't be easy to forget nor was I trying to forgot .
My uncle and his family moved to my parents house becouse it was bigger and becouse it would have been liquidated had there not been anyone living in it and I would only then get it when I turned eighteen and was an official citizen.
Uncle Zola had three children, two older and one younger, it was going to be hard but life was normal as long as uncle was around but when he was away. Aunty turned into...
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Short Storywhat was meant to be a peaceful, sentimental and memorable trip back to their homestead in Kwa-Zulu-Natal soon becomes Zanele's worst nightmare ,but what's different with this nightmare is that its actually just reality waiting for her to wake up...
