Then he knocked them out of my
hand and smushed them into the
ground. The other kids started
laughing. I stood there and looked
at him a moment. By that point I’d
developed thick skin. I was used to
being bullied. I shrugged it off and
went back to picking berries.
Clearly not getting the reaction
he wanted, this kid started cursing
me out. “Fok weg, jou onnosele
Boesman!” “Get the fuck out of
here! Go away, you stupid Bushie!
Bushman!” I ignored him and went
on about my business. Then I felt a
splat! on the back of my head. He’d
hit me with a mulberry. It wasn’t