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NMPP-PC-NMPP-PC-2012/14-chapter 1-024

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Long Walk Original Manuscript [LWOM_024.jpg]

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  • 1976 - (Creation)

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(18 July 1918-5 December 2013)

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the wealthy home of Banabakahe Blayi, the most popular boy in the circumcision school. He was a champion stick fighter and a glamour boy whose many girl friends kept all of us supplied with various kinds of delicacies. Although he could neither read nor write he was easily the most intelligent amongst us. Several times he had been to Johannesburg and had so thrilled me with stories of his experience on the mines that he almost convinced me that to be a miner was more exciting than to be a monarch. I looked straight ahead of me and for some time my thoughts wandered far and wide. Suddenly something caught my eye. Indeed, there it was. Though it was almost sunset, I could not resist the temptation. I hurried down into the valley until I reached the two heapss of ash next to a large mimosa tree. The flames had brought down the two grass huts in which we had lived for more than two months. Under these heaps, a magic world lay in ruins, the world of my childhood, the sweet and happy days of Qunu and Mqhekezweni. Now I was a man and never again would I play Thinti, Ndizi and Icekwa, roast stolen maize, drink milk from the udder or live irresponsibly without getting the reproach of the community. I missed the old days. But old feathers had been shorn and new plumage gained. I turned my thoughts from the past to the present, to my new status and my new outfit, to new possessions and to a new world of fantastic hopes and dreams. At the ceremony I had been given two heifers and four sheep. In comparison to the presents Justice got that day, I received very little. But to one who had never owned anything before it was an exciting moment. I felt quite strong and looked forward to the day when I would be even much stronger. The idea of property, of wealth and status was beginning to influence my thoughts and actions.

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