of being poisoned. Which was a
thing that would happen. The first
family were the heirs, so there was
always the chance they might get
poisoned by the second family. It
was like Game of Thrones with poor
people. We’d go into that house and
my mom would warn me.
“Trevor, don’t eat the food.”
“But I’m starving.”
“No. They might poison us.”
“Okay, then why don’t I just
pray to Jesus and Jesus will take
the poison out of the food?”
“Trevor! Sun’qhela!”
So I only saw my grandfather