I used to be the sweetest person I tried to spread joy peace and happiness wherever I was. I did so because I was also happy and wanted to see everyone smiling laughing for, I believed that laughter was the best medicine. I grew up with my mother though she never lived that long to see me in my teen years and my father died when I was only 2 years and few months old; some hustlers when they mugged him, they shot him to death I guess they saw me unworthy of having a father.
My mother tried to raise me she had to adjust to a new life she had no idea of ‘working’. She was a housewife who was selling chips, ice block those goodies that children loved, cigarettes and alcohol. When she describe dad to me and people who knew him tell me about dad it sounds as if he was the sweetest person on earth a gentleman that loved his family so much. I’m a young lady who had dreams who had goals, visions but now I am starting to give up with all that happening around me. When I was a little girl, my mom used to say “you will be an advocate one day Mbali” so as I sometimes forgot the word but because she had told me that it someone who is slightly like a lawyer when they asked me, I use to say I want to be a lawyer. My mother’s name was Nonsikelelo Ndwandwe a very strict mom if you break a glass by mistake, she will shout at you the whole day and for the next coming few months when you take a glass, she will ask you not to break it just like the other one.
Most of the things I learnt and know it because of her with that little space of time we had together I learned so much. At some point I thought she was abusing me for at the age of six I were to come back from school wash socks, vest and tight that I had worn beneath my school uniform; wash dishes and around 16:30 if she had said she will cook rice I would wash it and put on the stove for her by the time she comes back it will be boiling. At the age of eight I was able to cook a proper full meal, I did go out to play just like other children, but I was well educated about time management