Life Without Parents Is Difficult

“IN 1996, tragedy struck our family when my father died. My mom, pregnant at the time, could not take the pain. She cried a lot, throwing herself on the floor and, as a result of the shock and anguish, gave birth to a premature baby girl. Unfortunately, the baby died when she was just six months old.

Parental Death

My mother was left with six children to raise. She was a widow and unemployed, and because she was uneducated, she had no choice but to settle for any work that she was offered. She then got a job that only paid her R350. It did not bother me back then that she was underpaid, but I now realise that they took advantage of her because she was desperate.

I’m not complaining because the peanuts she earned put food on the table. Even though it was not enough, we survived. Sometime in 1996, I had an accident that almost left me blind, but medical operations were successful and my eyesight was restored.

Even though my mother was not educated, she strived for us to get quality education. She managed to send me to boarding school, where I started grade 10 until I matriculated in 2007. Unfortunately, she passed away even before the matric results were out. My world was shattered; I saw my future permanently blocked.

After passing matric, I wanted to go to university to study accounting. I knew that it was impossible for me to go to university because the money that was kept for my registration was used to help bury our mother.

The matric results came out on December 27 and she was to be buried the next day. I was not happy at all. I saw nothing to be happy about because the person who sent me to school was no more. The person who sacrificed for my education was no more. What was there to be happy about?

The funeral parlour arrived with our mother’s coffin at 08h00. When I saw the family men carrying her coffin, I knew from that moment that ‘this is real’. Even though it was an open casket, I never went to see her. I just stood there and watched everyone seeing my mom for the last time. The service went well and we took our mom to her resting place. That is when tears started rolling down my cheeks. I still remember the tears in my little brother’s eyes. Having to watch our mom’s coffin go down into the ground was a painful experience that I would never wish upon any child.”

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Robert is a descendant of the stout Macpherson Clan out of the Scottish Highlands and can claim Robert the Bruce as a far-off cousin. He suffers from a severe form of Collectors’ Disease and sports an assortment of small valuable curious. In his spare time he works a full-time job, but his real prowess lies within his musical aptitude as a drummer. He is a semi-amateur of the instrument and although he claims beating a drumhead one of the more primal sensations man can experience, he feels it to be an unnatural exercise to pursue. If he could have his way, he’d have breakfast every meal of the day and is a fan of all things Roald Dahl.

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