My dad’s brother still stayed at the municipal cottages, and every holiday, I used to go back because I couldn’t handle the fact that I was forced out of Simons Town which was a community where everybody knew one another.
Monnaawe rre o ne a e tswelela go dula kwa dikamoreng tsa mmasepala, lengwe le lengwe la malatsi a boikhutso, ke ne ke tlwaetse go boela morago ka ntlha ya gore ke ne ke ntshitswe ka dikgoka kwa Simons Town, e e neng e le toropo ya batho ba ba itsaneng botlhe.