CHAPTER 3Kudala … uTata
Long ago … Father
“Many things were quite different then. It’s good that you never had to live through all that,” she begins to speak in a soft voice.
I know immediately what times she is talking about. I know that there were laws then which made sure that people like us, who do not have white skins, were always at a disadvantage. People had to live where the white people told them to live; they weren’t allowed to sit on the same seats on the train or in the park. If they were standing in a queue and a white person came, he or she was always served first. Tatomkhulu, our grandfather, who lives alone in a little hut on the edge of our village, once told us that he was beaten by a farmer just because, when they met on the footpath, he didn’t give way fast enough to
