Prologue


Prologue


Life can be painful but even more so for a black child. It is so awfully perplexing that we are born into poverty and somehow for some reason the same curses get passed onto our children. Why is that so many family members; more especially parents treat us so badly? Favouritism is a norm in Black families and they just can't seem to hide it. As we grow we are expected to pay back our parents for doing their duties. We get so entrapped in the so called Black Tax norm that the first born always gets to care for the younger siblings. At times no matter how good you are to your parents you never become the favourite – not even once. Therapy is frowned upon in the black culture

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yet so many of us bottle things up and only release our victims while we're on our death bed. Once some become ancestors they become problematic and suddenly want to be a part of your life despite neglecting us while they were on earth. It is not the pain that we should focus on but rather the rising thereof. Circumstances differ but we are all destined for greatness. The tongue can be very vile and can be used as a powerful tool to delay progression in someone else's life but the key is to rebuke all kinds of curses and pray. I was born into a very dysfunctional family and I only got to realize just how toxic they were until I grew up. Even so I rose from it all and became the woman I was meant to be. I rose from the timid girl born and bred in Mokopane to the dusty streets of Atteridgeville. My name is Hazel and this is my story.

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