My secret with one teacher at Mafhikana Primary School

The year is 1992. I’m about 11 years old. I’m in Standard Five. Because her sandal strap is broken, and I’m wearing flip-flops, she borrows my colourful phathaphatha. They are new, and I just had to show them off today!

The road from our school to my house is full of stones. After school, I walk home barefooted – for her. She never gave me back my shoes. To protect her, I told mama I lost the shoes.