Nneneke

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Around 1993: growing up in the village of Kanye, during the school holidays, after about a week long of a very secretive planning. My brother and I, together with our friends, quietly left for Nneneke – just after enjoying the fashionable porridge breakfast. Our friends, a quartet of boys: Teiman and his brother, Bophose; Rankagisa and his brother, Rantapo.

The walking distance was about 5 km, if not just about more. The expedition was to collect the mothwane wild fruits (similar to dates) – at Nneneke. Nneneke: a sewage truck waste-disposal landfill site, just outside the village. Apparently it smelled, indeed. Luckily, we didn’t see any households around.

We have heard rumours about Nneneke: ”the soil is very fertile”, hence the wild fruits there were like no other. We deserved the succulent fruits – we agreed.