Life can really be not fair sometimes. Im being reminded of a traumatic event I was exposed to in April 1993. We were a group of little, innocent grade 3 kids on our back from school when we came across a corpse of a man that was lynched and burnt by members of Inkatha Freedom Party, eMondlo kwa-C. His whole body looked like a charcoal and his face was beyond recognition. Smoke was still coming out of his mouth... The picture of his penis, burnt and shrunk to the size of a thumb, lasted in my mind for a while but over the years it disappeared. Until now, when I went to the kitchen and found that someone has left a pan on the stove with boerevors in it and forgort about. The piece of boerevors has burnt nearing to charcoal.. Why am I reminded of this? Why now? Why like this? I need trauma counseling right now.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 11:46:33 +0000
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