Two years ago I had visited my grandmother in Port Shepstone during the Christmas holidays. The last time I had visited my grandmother was ten years ago. The city life had now consumed me. But when I was there I felt free, there was less pollution and the houses were further apart. Everyday started slowly and ended calmly, no drama. It was like I was in haven surrounded by angels. It was a Monday, the 22nd of June. The day started normally; breakfast followed by never ending household chores. Midday, after lunch, Grandma was busy with sewing and everybody had gone to where they entertained themselves. My younger cousin had gone to his friends. They had just been introduced to puberty and were following weird trends. They were cutting their hair like football stars, a style they called “Steko”. They wore sneakers and skinny jeans; their idea of a swag. All the village girls were crazy about them. My aunt was the worst. The tavern was like a job to her, she attended in shift...
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