For the woman I call "Mother"

For the woman I call

she was somebody's daughter -- once upon a time

she sits in her childhood home; her father's home, which now belongs to her nephew

she is an orphan, her parents passed when she was a tween (over fifty years ago); but being in this place, brought a light to her; memories of a fun youth

this is where my peoples are from

Tau! Sebata!

12h30 Sunday
09, May
2010
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04 Comments
 
  1. Palapala

    So beautiful photo.
    A serene look and at the same time full of love.
    Congratulations.

  2. seilatsatsi

    that stove and the pots bringback childhood memories. in winter my granpa wud buy a bag of potatoes and everyday he wud put them in the stove and they came out soft. saturday mornings my chore was to make the pots shine, i will never buy a Hart pot in my life.

  3. NguJaz

    ja seilatsatsi i have memories of making fire; and kap-ing patsi (all the splinters); and worse still -- having to clean out molora the next day. Dirty jobs

  4. Khumbelo

    captured!

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