We used to live near a farm. Once a year, the farmer would let us come and collect firewood from his farm in exchange for the hard labor. We had to remove weeds from his farming fields. This took twelve hours. We started at 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. The following day. The following day, we would go and collect the firewood.
The farm was dense. It had a few wild animals, such as hare, monkeys and springboks. There were also snakes and lizards. I was scared and followed my friend wherever he went. We went searching for dry branches, stems, and trees. The farmer only gave us a day to collect wood. For lunch, we had porridge and spinach, which we brought with us from home. While we were collecting firewood, I saw a monkey, and I was scared. My friend comforted and encouraged me.
We worked systematically in that we collected wood and placed it in a central area and then moved it to the gate. The firewood was arranged in such a way that it can be carried over our head. Each girl had bundles of firewood. Every girl had someone from home helping her to carry the firewood. My grandmother came to help me carry the firewood home. The farmer did not permit them to enter the farm. They waited for us outside the fence.
My grandmother was not happy with my collection. She said...
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The farm was dense. It had a few wild animals, such as hare, monkeys and springboks. There were also snakes and lizards. I was scared and followed my friend wherever he went. We went searching for dry branches, stems, and trees. The farmer only gave us a day to collect wood. For lunch, we had porridge and spinach, which we brought with us from home. While we were collecting firewood, I saw a monkey, and I was scared. My friend comforted and encouraged me.
We worked systematically in that we collected wood and placed it in a central area and then moved it to the gate. The firewood was arranged in such a way that it can be carried over our head. Each girl had bundles of firewood. Every girl had someone from home helping her to carry the firewood. My grandmother came to help me carry the firewood home. The farmer did not permit them to enter the farm. They waited for us outside the fence.
My grandmother was not happy with my collection. She said...
To read more why Rose's grandmother wasn't happy with her collection buy the book at: https://www.amazon.com/Memories-Life-Alexandra-Township-Know/dp/1483693805 (Amazon) or http://www.takealot.com/the-memories-of-my-life-in-alexandra-township-i-know/PLID36786983 (Takealot).
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