Letter for my father

Yonela Qomoyi Dabane

My life For as long as I remember ,I've lived into a circumfarence of shaping life into a roundable shape.Being a woman & living in tonship location like mine .It has taught me so much, so much that now I've to face up everything that is happening (obtacles to be specific) to use them as a weapon.That now even if I may cry no one absolutely no one can assist me .In that time or place you can't even scream,you're just trying so hard to absorb the pain .Because you don't want to be seen as "weak human".And the fact that you were raised by a single mother has taken a huge tall .In away that you don't need any shoulder lean on . My name is Yonela Qomoyi ,Dabane is my clan name .I'm 20 years old ,I was born in 2001/12/08 and raised in one of Cape Town township which is called Crossroads,which is located in Western Cape .Iam raised by a singular parent(Nontando Qomoyi) with my 2 older siblings(Olwethu Qomoyi & Siphelele Qomoyi) bless her heart .I'm the last born ,the only daughter .About my father ,well he actually passed away for the past 20 years I have lived with the bruised heart .Thank you to my brothers whom have made sure that I lack no male love .Even thought it won't be the same as father's ,he was said to be the duplicate of my second brother(Siphelele Qomoyi).At age of 3 years I started school as human you need to impregnate education,I first injected education in one of the local creech Joys dinisa,at age of 7 I started my primary school that's where I learned my behavior my second home up until grade 7 .Then I finished the lower levels in Gqigqamntwana which is now renovated to Kuyakhanya Secondary School(grade 8&9),reason why I went to secondary school,I was not matured enough to start high school you know how mother are they can be over protective especially to their last born .That now I have to grow up so fast and this is township so all that caoutic & unnecessary mocking of other kids towards to kids & I was really young to start high school. The maĴer of fact I am grateful for that.Having a caring & over protect mother not more…

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