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We were young and we didn't care. He was a white boy and I was a black girl. He was rich and I was poor. He was handsome and I was a rag-doll. It was 1976 and it was the Apartheid era. He killed Hastings Ndlovu and I burnt the jersey he bought for me. What more could have gone wrong to split us up?
~Zenyalihle Mahlangu, grandmother of Lebohang Mahlangu
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The Mande
CasualeHello, readers. This is not a book. This is more like a trailer for books. Every few years (or months if possible) I will be updating this book about my upcoming stories. This way I don't catch you off guard. Unfortunately, I won't give in full deta...
