12 Jun


“Kwathi ke kaloku ngantsomi”– these four words – equivalent to an English “Once Upon A Time” – hold a dear memory in my heart, paraffin lamps lighting up a room, warm in blankets, my grandmother telling stories to her grandchildren who happened to be spending the school holidays with her, family.It was a ritual, a family custom. When you got to a certain age you too were meant to learn the stories, and we began taking turns in telling them, and even when granny was not in the room, we told these stories – some scary, some funny, some melodic and easy to remember, all with a lesson to learn, and from the onset we learnt that all stories do in fact have a moral. READ MORE…

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Posted by on June 12, 2012 in Personal, Thoughts


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