C H A P T E R T W E L V E
March 21 1976
"So mom, before you worked for the Bosmans you worked for another family?" I asked.
"Yes." She replied.
"And how was it like working for them? Were they better than the Bosman family?" I asked.
"They were okay." She said quietly while looking down at Zenande who was fast asleep on Mama's lap.
"Just okay?"
"Yes Ayize."
I looked at the headstone infront of us before asking her another question, "So what did dad mean when he said-
"We should get going now." She spoke cutting me off. "It's getting late and Zenande is already asleep." Mama stood up while carrying Zenande in her arms. I packed up our stuff and neatly placed them in my bag.
The journey home was silent. Usually when Mama and I walk together we have so much to talk about.
"Mama, are you okay?" I asked concerned.
She smiled and nodded, "Yes." But the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I just miss your dad."
"Oh." I said, looking down at my feet as we walked to the train station.
Silence surrounded us once again.
"When are you planning on leaving your job?" Mama asked, breaking the silence.
I looked at her utterly dumbfounded, "What? Mama, I thought we spoke about this."
"Ayize, I don't want you near that family."
"Since when Mama?" I asked. "The Bosmans have been really nice to me." I lied.
"When has a white person ever been nice to a black person, hmm?" She snapped.
A heavy silence fell upon us.
"Tomorrow is your last day. From now onwards your main focus is school and nothing else. Do you understand?"
"But mama." I protested.
"Enough Ayize. I'm your mother and you need to start listening to me. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Yes who?"
"Yes mama."
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