African Village Boy

This Book is based on 100 % true story Preface At times when I recall your life from the past pleasure comes rushing through my neural systems mainly because having been grown up in remote rural villages of Moletjie area I know that one might loose hope of reaching the stars. That was my buddy trying to sum up my life with few words. Poverty couldn't be the wall to boundary my potentiality but I have built the foundation of my victory based on history. Along the thorny road to reaching my dreams lots of salty tears escaped my ocular boundaries and I have tasted about few milliliters of them. This includes the time when the Bantu Education teachers sjamboked me to the level where I could not sit nor walk. I dropped schooling for sometimes. The life of a poor village boy was nothing but anything parallel or below zero. Indeed my history has determined my destiny. Today I'm a Fulbright Scholar. My stomach has taken many forms during my metamorphosis stage of growth and development. From a ballooned stiff stomach - airbag like caused by malnutrition and poverty at young age to an elastic fresh healthy one as a result of feeding from balanced diets and high nutritive value of daily intakes. The colonizers - the Afrikaners European gangsters and the ruthless Botha's of my country (South Africa) has planted crops on the soil of my motherland without giving it proper fertility. He harvested and emigrated with a bag full of wealth. Today the soil of our land dry as it is cannot even serve a mere seed of corn to germinate. Is as barren as Hannah the wife of Elkanah in the Old testament of the Bible but she later gave birth to a Prophet-Samuel. My motherland shall recuperate and yesterday will never see the present day. I consider myself as a powerful seed the seed of power that germinated and survived the apartheid of South Africa Corporal punishment of Bantu education system lightning's and thunderstorms of the cold blooded witches of t