Yours truly

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Tsirr, tsirrr, 275 hellow, those were the days, telephone ko dladleng, those from my neighbor hood can relate, our telephone played major role in their lives, their families members used to call them. When they call, is either they drop the messages or asked us to call someone to come and get the message. We will drop them after 5/10 minutes he/she will call again.NOW, for us being kids, the telephone was always locked, we had our own way of unlocking it, using bended money clip, we will unlock, make calls n lock it agay. My gray used to wonder why the bill is always high whereas it wasn't been used much. One day, my late uncle caught us red handed, with it unlocked, and we received it very hot that day.....🤦🤦🤦🤦

He he he, childhood memories, memories.....taking you down the memory lane... courtesy of my late grandma affectionately called MmaT, heee magriza waa a smart woman, very very smart, when it comes to cooking, cleaning, baking, sewing, knitting and all the like, but her and l, always had minor fights when it comes to cooking, l remember one " unfortunate" morning. Normally before going to school will have to prepare her soft porridge (motogo) and leave it cooking then she will come and serve her self. Heee that day, l was behind time, l just decided to make the motogo ( go faga) while the water wasn't boiling, then took my bag and disappeared to school, little did l know gore l cooked rubbish ( dibese). Coming back from school, just entering by the kitchen l saw her motogo bowl nicely covered on top of the cupboard next to my food, and that day, she just decided to prepare nice delicacy (tsa sontaga dijo) and just remembered the tricks l played in the morning that, yaah it's payback time. Mogal must eat motogo as a starter then main course being my lunch. I had no other option but overfeed myself 😭😭😭😭Maybe that's now am a good cook😜