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My language is like the
Thud of a djembe drum
Beating my heart on the page. My words are the long, slow, flow
I remember the day mom brought you home. I remember how cute and adorable you were and as I held you in my hands that day, millions of thoughts came into my mind. You had finally arrived into our f
I grew up in Johannesburg, but spent some time in the Eastern Cape. My mum and used to tell me lots of stories, but I didn’t read them much. My grandmother would tell me stories to make me
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