POETIC LICENCE RABBIE SERUMULA
Mar 27, 2021
2 minutes
THE wrath with which the teacher held the Afro comb was telling.
She held it like a knife.
It spoke of rage, and strength with which she dug into the learners mane and pulled.
She cut herself deep with every swing, entanglement and tug of the boy’s hair,
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