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The heat wave of the summer of 1952, Djinda wiped her hands against her dress. Her mother would kill her, it was dirty and the pink had faded. Her feet were bare and she hurried across the burning sand toward the small house her father had built. They’d both compromised each of their cultures; her father could do whatever he wanted that involved his culture but as long as he built her mother a house. This had been before she was born; her mother had also wanted to go to the hospital for her birth but had compromised to let the women of her husband’s tribe in there with her – much to the doctor’s protests. Opening the wooden, flyscreen door, Djinda kicked her feet against the rough mat. She was trying to rid her feet of the sand and dirt on …show more content…

Djinda didn’t think her mother needed her anymore, her feet tapped against the wooden floor and headed into the kitchen. Her mother had received all these old appliances from an aunt who had died when Djinda had barely been one; she hadn’t been in any contact with any other family members – only her father. Djinda didn’t know her mother’s father but her father often told her he was a bad man; he could hurt her given the chance. Frowning, Djinda touched the hard log of bread that had been left out. Her mother would make another loaf and would give the bread to the other people in their community. She heard a car and froze; she could hear the yells of women who were trying to hide their children. Her own mother would have to hide in the underground cellar her father had built, Djinda was too big to climb in there with her mother, so she would have to run and hide. Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not …show more content…

Tears ran down her cheeks as she screamed for her mother and father, her mother came waddling out of the house, her face horrified. Did she realise what she had just done to her daughter? Djinda’s eyes switched to the bush where a young boy came running out with her father following behind him. She couldn’t see her father’s expression through her tears and as the car drove off, but a spear was thrown and the car swerved to avoid being hit. Sinking into her seat, Djinda wrapped her arms around her as she cried. “Shut the little darkie up,” one man hissed, it was not her mother’s father, but another man. “Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

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