Lonwabo was a ten-year-old boy.
He lived with his mother
and grandmother.
Lonwabo’s grandmother had
the most beautiful and rich
vegetable garden.
He enjoyed helping his
grandmother weed the garden
and water the vegetables.
He had to fetch water from the river. He was
not a lazy boy. He would walk down the hill
and up again.
He would pass his friends playing soccer and they
would laugh out loud and say to him,
“Lonwabo why do you do that? That is a girl’s job,
we would never do that.”
Lonwabo laughed them off and continued
with his journey.
He would think about all the happy times with his
grandmother in the garden.
These thoughts made him forget
about the long journey and about
his friends’ comments.
He liked guessing how many
carrots would be in each bunch
before his grandmother pulled
them out of the ground.
Lonwabo’s grandmother always prepared lunch
for him, while he was at school and his mother was
at work.
Every day he came home to find his food already
prepared and left out on the table.
Immediately after taking off his school uniform,
he sat at the table, said a little prayer and began
to eat.
His grandmother prepared all kinds of meals for their lunches.
He loved his grandmother’s tasty meals.
When he finished eating, he would wash his
dish, take a book and pencil and go and sit
next to his grandmother.
He asked her about the ingredients in the meal
he had just eaten and carefully wrote down every
little detail.
He told himself that when grows up,
he is going to open his own restaurant.
He will name the restaurant after his grandmother
and make all the meals that
his grandmother makes for him.
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