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molo sithandwa sam
my dear friend

ndiyakuthanda sithandwa sam
best friend

injalo kuwe sithandwa sam
good afternoon

ndikuthanda kakhulu sithandwa sam
forever and always

inyanga entsha emnandi sithandwa sam
happy new month mother

okanye ukuba awuvumi, uze ufunge sithandwa sam
or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

sithandwa sam ndiyakuxabisa kakhulu, ndikuqhelile ukuba nawe, khange ndiqonde ukuba yikrisimesi ngolwesihlanu ke ndiyaqonda ukuba kufuneka ube sekhaya, kodwa ndicela uhlale unxibelelana xa uthule ndiyazibuza ukuba ingaba ulungile na, ukuzalisa ukungabikho kwakho kungabikho apha
my love i appreciate you so much, i've gotten use to having you around, i did not realize it's christmas on friday so i realize you need to be home, but please stay in contact when you quiet i wonder if your ok, also to fill up the void of you not being physically here. i love you my person

imini yayishushu nelanga. ndithe ndingqengqe efront yard ngomqolo ndabizelwa ngumama endlini ukuba mandifumane into etyiwayo. “yiza, sithandwa sam, uthathe iqhekeza lesonka okanye amabini,” umama watsho ngobubele. kodwa, ndandisoloko ndingumntwana ongalawulekiyo – okanye ndingathi, ndingumntwana okhohlakeleyo – ekukhuleni kwam. ndiye ndenza ngathi andimvanga. njengoko umama engumama okrelekrele, wasuka nje wathi: “kulungile ke. ndicinga ukuba kuzofuneka uhambe uyokuthenga isonka. ngeli xesha yena
the day was hot and sunny. i was lying in the front yard on my back when my mother called me inside to have something to eat. “come, my darling, and take a piece of a sandwich or two,” my mother gently called. but, i was always a bit of an uncontrollable child – or might i say, a naughty child – when i was growing up. so i pretended that i didn’t hear her. as my mother is a clever mom, she just said: “okay then. i think that you are going to have to go and buy bread. this time she