Confessions

Somewhere in KZN Kwa Nongoma, Zasembo was called by her grandmother. “Zasembo!” she called for her while sitting on a grass mat. “Mother!” she answered going inside the rondavel where her grandmother was. “Mother, you called for me.” She said when she came in. “Yes, my child I did, Zasembo time has come for you to find your mother.” She told her and she frowned.

“No, mother, you are the only mother I know, and I will not waste my time looking for someone who threw me away.” She answered feeling sad, was she not enough for this woman to just give her away like that? “Your mother did not throw you away, she gave you to me because I did not have children, she knew that I would take good care of you and