When we were growing up, my brother and I sadly wondered why we didn’t eat the always-delicious custard for our daily breakfast. Instead of the fashionable and boring motogo, or porridge.
I’m told the very first food my brother and I cooked was the ”yellow porridge”. I’m told we cleverly waited until it was only the two of us left in the yellowish-beige house. Where we hurriedly boiled the powdered custard – over high heat. I’m told it turned out messy: lumpy, burnt, and hard.
I’m told this is when I was only 10 years old – he 8.
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Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 