The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

Even know she did not respond at all. It made me wonder what made her change so much. I mean she was like my second mother, she always there. She used to take care of my grandmother and the home. We would come to a very welcoming place when she was there.

Going to my mother’s home was just the best remedy I could ever ask for. I mean my childhood friends had also once vested the home. They experienced the love that the home had as compared to know.

But one thing I kept asking myself was that. What made her change all of the sudden? Were the men physically abusing her? Was she blinded by love that she even forgotten that she gave birth to two boys? What happened to her? What was going on?

My grandmother than had to go back home, where there is no food and my cousins would expect something from her, as she was the older one. But she came back with nothing at all.