I remember walking on the sun-baked hot stoep after school to go and play.
I remember Ma’am Nkosi, my grade 1 teacher, standing by the door in her flowing floral skirt.
I remember the smell of my first pencil case, it was yellow with blue lines and smelt like endless possibilities.
I remember Dad coming to check on Mom and the only thing standing between them was Gogo’s half hedge by the side of the yard.
I remember sunny summer days sitting under Gogo’s big apricot tree with Mom watching the neighbours pass by.