My experiences in Apartheid and Post-Apartheid Rule

This is the second book I write to express idiosyncratic aptitudes and thoughts about the country I dearly love and look up to. On point, I was born and bred in South Africa or Mzantsi.I hope you will find connections and distinctions on my experiences in this book, and as I said in my first book that I am open to criticism as these not only make one to replicate but to mature. I devote this book to my grandmother who brought us up without a stint of whine during a period of degradation. This lady from Pondoland, yes by the way she used to remind us that “ndilimpondo gwetyu, elingangxengwanga” literally translated that she is a pure Pondo, not a mix type of Pondo, brought 13 grandchildren in a four-roomed municipality house in Wattvile, Benoni. At this period of challenges, she was to be pensioned off as a kindergarten teacher. She toiled day and night to see to it all 13 of us get better education, well fed and have a piece of cloth to wear and blanket to sleep. How she managed with a paltry salary, I do not know, but she did. Thank you Nyawuza, Thahla, Ndayeni, wena ohlamba ngobubende amanz’ékho.