Mulalo Netsianda

Surveying the Surging Immensity of Truth (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

The road was busy with people of all walks of life, and the old man therefore rode while his son went on a foot. The first person they met asked the old man if he was not ashamed to ride by himself and suffer the poor little boy to wade along through the old man. This induced him to take up his son behind him. While he had not traveled far, he met another person who said they were two unmerciful beings to get both on the bicycle in such a terrible road. Upon this matter, the old man gets off and lets his son ride alone. The next person they met called the young boy ill-disciplined to ride in that manner while his aged father trudged along on foot, and he said an old man was such a fool for suffering it. The old man then bid his son to come down and to walk with him, leading the bicycle by the halter till they met another person who called them a couple of senseless blackheads for both going on foot in such a dirty way when they had an empty bicycle that they might ride upon. The old man could bear no longer. My son, said he, it grieves me much that we cannot please all these people. Let us throw the bicycle over the road and be no further troubled with it. Had the old man been seen acting this last resolution, he would have been called a fool for troubling himself about the different opinion of all that were trying to find a fault with him or his son.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Partridge Publishing Africa
• Seitenzahl: 132
• Erscheinungstermin: 8. Dezember 2016
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781482876901
• Artikelnr.: 52599971

Autorenporträt

More than any other time of my life, I always feel a bit foolish to try to distill an explanation about myself and kept this part of myself private, which recalls the awareness of union to the heart but fooled life with hope. I have just sketched out the one born from within, which is next to life itself than to think separately of this life of mine from the next into some few lines that it is there, under the most purest spot of the whole kingdom of South Africa in the country village of Limpopo Province (outskirts of Venda). I was born shortly before 1985, perhaps on the stern condition that, in the period in which I speak of today, I must have mastered this "life'' in crisis, upon the favor of self-social-economic living from the preconsciousness of the rural life to the adult life as a standing testimony of change in circumstances of self-sufficiency, which is seen to me not to correspond with our actual practices of commerce, which has exceeded the bounds of all reason to the members of my race.