GONE TOO SOON
Early Wednesday, chilly from the morning breeze but warm enough for late-summer sunrise, I stepped outside my house with my schoolbag securely on my shoulders and my black plaited uniform perfectly set. The sun was out from the back mountain of Sehlabeng-sa-Thuathe , warming the bits of our roof. I walked until I reached the end of my father’s patterned self-made brick s corridor. It was the best in the village, created from the red and yellow bricks from Loti Bricks , h is workplace . At the end of the br i cks, I looked down the soil and searched carefully on the ground. Before I reached the end of the yard, I saw what I was looking for; Patterns of night roosters tracing through the ground all the way to the end of the yard. Frantically, I started sweeping away the patterns with my well polished buccaneers. I shoul d have woken up earlier to sweep them off but I had been waking up late lately , as a result of sleeping very late. Soon ...
