Breathe the air of liberty. from my perch in johannesburg. what i see, how i see it. reflections
Monday, February 11, 2008
kidnapped
my xylophone
clapping my hands
dada and aunt were out doing the shopping this morning, and we met azaad and his mum at the butchery doing their shopping, since he was sorely missed, his dada kidnapped him, and we brought him home allowing his mum to continue her shopping.
he didn't even have a smile ready for me today, must be cross because he had to go home on the weekend, lol:)in any event we brought him home, and he spent some time banging on the xylophone, dada's purchase, eish!!!!!!the headache, hope he learns to play a tune on the thing. i love him anyway.
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- africanfragments
- johannesburg, gauteng, South Africa
- passionate bout all things literary. dislike, stupidity and insincerity.
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