that Sunday morning was climb
into some crowded minibus, but the
second I heard my mom say
sun’qhela I knew my fate was
sealed. She gathered up Andrew and
we climbed out of the Volkswagen
and went out to try to catch a ride.
—I was five years old, nearly six,
when Nelson Mandela was released
from prison. I remember seeing it
on TV and everyone being happy. I
didn’t know why we were happy,
just that we were. I was aware of
the fact that there was a thing called
apartheid and it was ending and