MAMA IS MISSING ( A Fragment of My Childhood)
There I was in my favorite aisle in our local super store somewhere on the dusty street of old Soweto...the cookies aisle. What could be better than wall to wall cookies? Suddenly I looked up and realized that my mom was nowhere to be seen. My 4-year-old self started to freak out (as I commonly did back in those days). Where was she? She was just here. My head started spinning like a top as I frantically looked in all directions. But saw Nothing. Mama was nowhere to be seen. I felt a lump in my throat as my eyes started to fill with tears. Throwing down the king-size bag of Mctives biscuit (my favorite then) I started briskly walking towards the next aisle. With each step my walk turned more into an awkward run/jog. Seconds later I was wizzing past the aisles looking down at them with a sniper-like intensity...just trying to catch a glimpse of mama's curly hair. Still nothing. "Ma-ma?", I said with a scared shaky little voice? A few more aisles
