On 2018-11-29 14:16:46 Kimmylee said:
When Telkom Yellow Pages directory book was used as a substitute for toilet paper.
The good humble beginnings, today that thing isn't good for us...hahahaha
I grew up in a township in Soweto, I'm proud of my humble beginnings, we went outside to play in the dusty streets,we could play soccer everyday from morning till sunset, we cooked in empty tin stuff cans and actually ate the food,at times it was plain mud, climbed trees and made with swings from trees, we didn't eat fast foods....we ate margarine and peanut butter and even if it was left over pap and imfino (cabbage or morogo) it was never questionable, home made food and chips fried in a pan...
We got ice cream from the ice-cream van that came around every Saturday playing a tune that will never fade, we would stop what we are doing to go beg, borrow or steal(coins) so we would buy the icecream, we played with tins and with a tennis ball (chicago), used our mothers old stalkings to make "mgusha" (i don't think theres an english word for it, and if none was available we made our own tennis ball with plastic bags, and black maipatile (hide and seek) the adrenaline, we climbed up trees for hours and ate organic fruits from trees without washing it, there was no bottled water, we drank water from the tap, learned how to make water cups to drink directly from the tap, if we had a drink we would share the same bottle of soda, at times we had Kool Aid... we shared the bottle after giving it a wipe with our mucky sleeves, M-net open time was probably the only time we payed attention to the TV there was no such thing as a mobile phone or any other electronic device house phone was the only thing that rang, an sms to us was a paper and pen with hearts and different colors...
We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHIN, If someone had a fight, that's what it was...a fist fight, kids didn't have guns or knives...
The street lights were your curfew or until your mum shouted out for us to come home...
School was mandatory, we used to get corporal punishment, but you'd still bunk a couple of classes every now and then...
We never back chatted anyone older, because we knew we'd get a thin branch, belt, wooden spoon or some shoe or slipper in our faces:-)
The good old days...