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Mother to Mother by Sindiwe Magona
5.0
She was not robbed. She was not raped. There was no quarrel. Only the eruption of a slow, simmering, seething rage. Bitterness burst and spilled her tender blood on the green autumn grass of a far-away land. Irredeemable blood. Irretrievable loss.
One boy. Lost. Hopelessly lost.
One girl, far away from home.
The enactment of the deep, dark, private yearnings of a subjugated race. The consummation of inevitable senseless catastrophe.