It was somewhere around late 1987. My younger brother and I were walking home, just before sunset; coming from the Swallows football grounds.
We must have been starving as we had left the football match in progress. Just when we were approaching home, we had to step aside off the dirt road; for an oncoming white ambulance caravan. Back then, it was not everyday you come across an ambulance within the village, off the main tarred road that is. “It must be from home to drop off my aunty and the newborn baby!” I shouted excitedly to my brother; who agreed with an unsure nod – as usual.
As the white and red caravan charged down – the brothers-excitedly sprinted home through a cloud of dust. Just as I had predicted, the baby was there, comfortably sleeping next to my aunty. The first baby I met in our house. I was too young to remember my brother. We adored him. His name was Nnana.
Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 