Wednesday

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Ingoma Yeengoma

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Ukuthwetyulwa kukaAyanda

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Bombyx mori

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Stranger

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Tea

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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A few parks

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Aunt Thelma

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Spinning Jenny

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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