Dad had called Ntini to come and help herd of cows. Empana, his brother, repeated Dad’s sentiment in case Ntini was paying no attention.
Their voices faded in Ntini’s captivating horizon. His mind on cloud 9, his gaze and mouth jaw-dropping to the north.
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She glided like the 6-foot wingspan of an eagle, the honesty in her dealings. The grannies were academically educated folk, proficient in international history and culture.
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She loved them, and they loved her. Her great grannies cared for and schooled their granddaughter and brother. Mum’s sudden passing due to a horrendous accident meant Granny May and Day couldn’t abandon them.
There were four shifts a day, mornings, afternoons, evenings, nights, and a vibrant place to work. An above national minimum wage, keeping the bailiffs at bay, and affording the essentials in life, you know.
The 99 percent over the 1 percent, forgoing wealth, riches concentrated in the hands of a few. The norm in 20th-century living.
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Now, in this 22nd-century, the patriarchal and matriarchal systems are broken, making way for a genuine consensus of cooperation, integrity, justice, rights, and fairness.
A blessing in this presence.
Present, thy innings flowing in magnificence.
The thinking sells thee, in this now one is creating the future’s essence, no dormant or aloof preparation.
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The natural intelligence shoots to the trees magnificence. The microfibres sweetening the roots, longing tentacles crawling in the fertile soil.
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Silent whispers, scattering and sharing greetings between the Oak and Redwood trees. The sacred Sawumi Forest was a clear sandy 5 mile stretch from the Kwayus Tower House. An 8 storey block, multi-coloured groves secured and in the vast oasis of the blue Basi river.