Great story, full of insight and wisdom, which comes from making choices, and taking the road less travelled.
Originally posted on Itsdelta's Blog:
I woke up to a distant memory.
19 years ago an 11 year old staged a mutiny, rebelled against ritual and stood her ground against custom…. *sigh*
I’m making it sound more dramatic than it actually was.
Let me start again.
When I was young I went to boarding school for the better part of my Primary education and the family ritual was that we had to spend one holiday of each calendar year visiting my mother’s side of the family in Tshapfutshe and Tshaswingo, places that were remote and snuggled very close to South Africa.
Each year. Religiously. Without fail. Non-negotiably. We were packed into the car by my mother and transported to my maternal relatives.
I loved my mother’s side of the family but I did not like the discomfort of staying with them.
I adored my maternal grandparents but I couldn’t stand the fact that there was…
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