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Simon stepped into the fried-potatoes-smelling shop and grabbed a few yellow bags painted with a red ‘S’ in the centre. Soon, he played cat and mouse with the security’s bush pigskin whip, before knocking down a chuckling girl in a wheelchair. The bashing lash chased him into the grass-choked footpath.
While my buddies bounced at
the back of bluebonnet Ford
Slamming shut their uncle’s
yellow-door Ford
I ducked bursting spooky seed-coats
Teachers mistook my gnashing teeth
for a smile
Mary’s mom abandoned her at granny for the long weekend. However, the teen’s fairy tale Easter included skiing or skateboarding.
Johnny bangs and kicks the creaking door. Behind the yawning brown door, mom was chopping fresh onions as tears trickled down her pinpointed nose.
When high schools partner with the community, students contribute to real challenges, revitalising economic opportunities for the community as a whole.
Before the genocide of 1904, the Hereros or the Cattle Damaras as the German settlers affectionately called them, occupied the wilderness from the Otavi Mountains up to the borders of the clear sky.
I stumbled upon skin-and-bone natives galloping into the wasteland at Otjihaenena. “Don’t spare any fleeing Herero,” yelled the whiskery-bearded commander. Soon, I sprayed deadly bullets skywards to scare the straw-like children. I spotted reedy children squeezing vinegary water out of green and white-striped melons. The skinny children coughed after the gunpowder-bluish smoke had choked their l
That sunup, Spooky suffers a needle-sharp pain below his ribcage. Instantly, the bush-fenced kraal and the umbrella-shaped trees spin around.