THE MAID SISEKELO

Happiness is a rare feeling to me. My
mother passed away when I was 7
years old. My father? Well I never got
a chance to know him. My father
owned a number of taxies, so every
time he went to UMthwalume to check
how his taxies were doing he would
notice my mother going to work
because she used to work at a post
office. They pursued a relationship but
my father's sister ( my aunt) never
approved their relationship because
she thought my mother was one of
those amateur gold diggers. After a
year or so my mom fell pregnant with
me. My dad was happy because I was
his first child. He used to visit mom
very often after he discovered he was
going to be a dad. My mother lived in a
very unsafe place, which is one of the