I remember a time when the makarena put joyful cheers in people’s mouths.
I remember a time when rhythm and dance were the best form of communication and expression.
I remember playing hopscotch and deliberately forgetting my homework.
I remember holes in my school shoes and the rain pouring in on my toes, izinzwane zami zazi shaya idadamu.
I remember my mom’s awful cooking, but it was humbling because she tried her best.
I remember the sweet taste of victory when I became 1st Miss Mandeni in primary school.
I remember doing twirls for friends and family, oh that exciting moment!