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how was the holidays
how was the holiday

what was the problem
yini inkinga

when was the first phones invention
kwakungukuphi izingcingo zokuqala ukusungulwa

it was the first i heard of it
ngikuzwile okushilo

mandela was the president of how many
u mandela wayeyi presid ent yesingaphi apha e south african

mandela was the president of south africa
umandela waye ngumongameli wesingaki esouth africa

mandela was the president of the republic of south africa
umandela yayeyi president yesingakhi e south africa

it was a bright, sunny sunday morning. i woke up and had my breakfast. it was the new year’s eve and we had planned to go somewhere to celebrate the new year. as my family and i were sitting and planning the event in the living room, something kept pinging my brain, as if a signal — i was not comfortable. as we were planning the celebration, i ignored the disturbance in my mind and concentrated on various other things being planned. it was decided that we’d celebrate the new year in a mall. so in the evening, we got ready and sat in the car. i was sitting close to my beloved brother. unaware of the future, i felt scared — i was disturbed and wasn’t feeling happy at all. article continues after ad we walked into the overcrowded mall. there were numerous things to look forward to and soon i forgot about the weariness i was having. after an hour or two, i noticed the absence of my brother. i started yelling at my busy family who jumped when they heard my first yell. my family and i started to look for my brother. tears filled my eyes when i searched the whole mall without a sign of my brother. announcements were made but i couldn’t see my brother. when it was midnight, we went hopelessly to our home. a lot of search and enquiries made but to no avail... our family has a lost a precious part of it. i get sad and depressed when i think that had i understood what my sixth sense was telling me, my brother would have been with me today!
it was a bright, sunny sunday morning. i woke up and had my breakfast. it was the new year’s eve and we had planned to go somewhere to celebrate the new year. as my family and i were sitting and planning the event in the living room, something kept pinging my brain, as if a signal — i was not comfortable. as we were planning the celebration, i ignored the disturbance in my mind and concentrated on various other things being planned. it was decided that we’d celebrate the new year in a mall. so in the evening, we got ready and sat in the car. i was sitting close to my beloved brother. unaware of the future, i felt scared — i was disturbed and wasn’t feeling happy at all. article continues after ad we walked into the overcrowded mall. there were numerous things to look forward to and soon i forgot about the weariness i was having. after an hour or two, i noticed the absence of my brother. i started yelling at my busy family who jumped when they heard my first yell. my family and i started to look for my brother. tears filled my eyes when i searched the whole mall without a sign of my brother. announcements were made but i couldn’t see my brother. when it was midnight, we went hopelessly to our home. a lot of search and enquiries made but to no avail... our family has a lost a precious part of it. i get sad and depressed when i think that had i understood what my sixth sense was telling me, my brother would have been with me today!