SUSANNA

SUSANNA

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The year is 1658. A young woman is tried in a Batavian court as a runaway and a thief. Her ear is cut off branding her as a convict slave and she is sentenced to a lifetime of slavery. Banished to a Dutch settlement she must serve her sentence as a female slave in a remote outpost at the Cape of Good Hope consisting mostly of men. How will she adapt as a convict slave in an environment consisting mainly of local inhabitants, sex hungry officials, soldiers and sailors? Will she succumb to the Dutch practices of frutification, sexual exploitation and assimilation or will she resist? Will she ingratiate herself with those who wield power to survive or not? What will be her destiny?
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She's lying peacefully on my chest, holding on to my new leather jacket while I walk us up the campus steps and into the staff closet. Relax, I only have the keys because I'm friends with one of the department cleaners. I'm not much of a socialite so I spend my lunch breaks in here rather then the canteen like regular students. I lay her down on the only cushioned sofa that could fit into this tiny room. With my parents being social workers, home is far too crowded with people in need of help that I prefer sleeping in this place sometimes. There aren't any windows so she should feel safe. I close us in and wait until she gains conscious. Her eyes blink as I look into them, she mumbles a few words and after what seems like years, she speaks "where am I? What is this?" I say nothing but stare, I can't help it. She seems to recall what took place a few minutes ago when she decides to speak, "thank you and I'm sorry for taking your money". #Mustread #SA #Africanwriters Author: Asanda Khathi Happy reading!???

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