“It’s a day when we don’t have to go to school,” said Lennox, a boy in my grade 8 class at Livingstone High School back in 2005. It’s Arts and Culture period. Mrs Wynguaard just asked us what Heritage Day is about. Eek! What did she think we were gonna say? You are just shy of 14 years old. Your just borrowed Tipp-Ex from your friend to write on your Karrimor. You’re waiting with bated breath to see if you’ve got last period free so you can read the latest FREE 4 ALL and log onto MXit on your friend’s Motorola V360. You don’t have time for these questions!   

Taking in the moment – I was still a baby when Mandela first stood here. 

The City Hall in Darling Street where I performed at an Islamic eisteddfod in 2003. 

Thankfully Reconciliation Day took place during the December school holidays – because the public holiday calendar maker uncle knew that Mrs Wynguaard was going to corner us again, so he saved us by the bell. But the other reason why I was not ready to answer that question: I was still busy experiencing the events which I am now still reconciling with.   

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