Ixopo, the great hill. This vast land stretches as far as the eye can see. Our ancestors dwell upon this land, and they take care of us, and we take care of them in return.

Ixopo, the great hill. This vast land stretches as far as the eye can see. Our ancestors dwell upon this land, and they take care of us, and we take care of them in return.

Jarvis' village where he spent many days with his son. Its hurts to know that he is really gone. R.I.P

Jarvis' village where he spent many days with his son. Its hurts to know that he is really gone.

where I had my meeting with Carmichael and Father Vincent thank God he took the case for my son.

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The wide land of James Jarvis. His farm is found above our land. It's a shame that I had to face him knowing my son killed his.

The wide land of James Jarvis. It's a shame that I had to face him knowing my son killed his.

Just one of the unfinished houses the poor were planning to live in. The winter is coming in, and it brings harsh temperatures, and rain. They need something to protect them so they will invade the unfinished houses until the winter passes.

Just one of the unfinished houses the poor were planning to live in. The winter is coming in, and it brings harsh temperatures, and rain. They need something to protect them so they will invade the unfinished houses until the winter passes.

It's not much, but Mrs. Lithebe's house gave me shelter, as well as my ill sister Gertrude, her son, and my sons girl friend. I owe so much to her, and her kindness.

It's not much, but Mrs. Lithebe's house gave me shelter, as well as my ill sister Gertrude, her son, and my sons girl friend. I owe so much to her, and her kindness.

South Africa. From Ndotsheni, to Johannesburg, to the reformatories. This is where the bad, and good has happened. I lost friends and family, but made new ones and became apart of a new family too.

I would invert the colours and make Mozambique white in the black out line.

My village, oh how I dream to be back in Ndotsheni. I miss the slow pace life I had there, but finding my family was mandatory.

My village, oh how I dream to be back in Ndotsheni. I miss the slow pace life I had there, but finding my family was mandatory.


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