My name is Tafi Mhaka. I am an avid writer and have a keen interest in all matters that touch the lives of poor and disadvantaged people as well the affluent classes of society. I live and work in the communications industry in Johannesburg. And I am a University of Cape Town alumnus.
Wednesday, 22 November 2017
One revolutionary bullet for my mother and a tank full of commandos
I am suffocating and sick of crying and dying for fresher air. I died in May, June and July, last year, and died forever in a shallow swamp on April 18, 1983.
One revolutionary bullet for my mother and a tank full of commandos
I am suffocating and sick of crying and dying for fresher air. I died in May, June and July, last year, and died forever in a shallow swamp on April 18, 1983.
One revolutionary bullet for my mother and a tank full of commandos
I am suffocating and sick of crying and dying for fresher air. I died in May, June and July, last year, and died forever in a shallow swamp on April 18, 1983.
One revolutionary bullet for my mother and a tank full of commandos
I am suffocating
and sick of crying and dying for fresher air. I died in May, June and July, last
year, and died forever in a shallow swamp on April 18, 1983.
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