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Authors: Norman Rush
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He said In Azania, when the Boers are overthrown, we the Africans shall take all power over shops and mines of all kind, as to banks, as to farms, no matter if some Europeans or UK have put their money in keeping of the Boers at one time. At this, some Europeans hopped up. One said All that is mere thieving, then, and you shall forge enemies out of once-true friends, if you do so. Sinuka cried out some way.
    Then I was blasted once again, because Sinuka said Yes, we shall be thieves, because you Europeans have taken Africa and all that is upon it from us over many years’ time, and we have studied you well and shall become as you, who are the greatest thieves under God’s eyes! He said Yes, you must call us thieves, for we are graduands of long years’ teaching and must be proud! He said If you steal from a thief who has tutored you, are you then a thief at all, for if you say yes, then very well! Thieves forward!
    Here was danger calling me. I said I shall never follow thieves. So I went away, rather trembling.
    I passed some days in fear. I said to be brave.
    Soon enough God slashed me twice. I make it three days from that function. A cookmaid of the Vice Mayor came, stating I must tell you from the radio that your mother is late! What! I said, you cannot tell me so! She said It is from that program of messages of such things, they are searching out Paul Ojang. Your mother was taken by sickness, at Tsane, she said. I was crying, then, for my late mother and for being left alone as such.
    Mothers, never be rash! Because one day we must recall you. And ever be watchful as to funds! I journeyed by costly transport to Tsane. At Tsane I met charges on every hand. Our herd was long sold up, I knew, yet some men told me of two beasts taken as strays, yet she always failed to claim them at the chief’s kraal, so they fell to him in time. She was a defaulter at the health post. I was left with medicines and rubbish. From on the hill, I saw beasts going every way upon Tsane Pan to find out water, like ants. The pan was cracked. Sand wind came over day by day. Many houses there stand empty.
    I feared about my saved money at Tsane and my fear was proved. I wished only to return back from there. A pastor asked money more and more, as to burial charges. Even if a mother is a scourge to you, you must regret when she is late, it seems. I was too sad there. I must soon return to my smooth-walled housing at Seepapitso Crescent or become mad. I feared as to my lettuces.
    It was at Kanye I said may that egg be my clue to riches. I said Jarvis must let me to rear up chickens to be sold. They take little water, as they bathe in dust. I saw I could gain back some funds quite fast.
    Then, I was returned back. No matter if it was on Sunday, I set to work. But in days, what! God moved his waiting blow.
    Jarvis called me to come to them for sweets. Then it was told to me. I must leave them, as they must quit our nation to stay untold years in Mozambique. I fell sick at heart. I cried. It was to make a film about Frelimo and how that struggle could win out. He must go for duty. He was summoned to it. Once more I was chopped from hope, just crying, as God pleased.
    Where could I turn? At night I was even retching. By one fortnight I must aid Stuttafords to pack up their goods completely and be left alone. Was I not like Shane, who only wished to be a farmer yet was forced once again to fire upon his fellowmen? Or was I not as some saints, because many saints were forced, as to marrying of pagans, or beheading, like Felicitas, by God the ruler over all this world?
    Rra Jarvis came to raise my cheer some way. He said Letty is striving, ringing up some women every day to unearth a post with accommodation. For farewell, he gave me a dictionary of words.
    At last a job was found out. They said I may go as yard boy for some people differing to Jarvises but yet nice. Mma said All what you do for us is just all right to us if it is your true best, but these

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