Yesterday during my Criminology lecture i realized that my grandfather has 15 biological children, that includes one who passed away and 3 step children. He is not my biological grandfather but he raised me from birth and i never knew my biological grandfather, though i knew were he stayed before he passed away, to me he meant nothing, even worse i do not consider him my grandfather, whether that is wrong or right i do not care, i never did. My grandfather had 3 wives, but now he is single, its strange i know! He had 11 children, 4 boys and 7 girls with his first wife and soon he met my grandmother who is the second wife whom he had 3 children with, 2 boys and 1 girl, but she already had 2 children my mother and uncle. I'm the first born of my mother, so after she gave birth to me she married my step dad, so i had to stay with my grandparents that was a traditional thing back in the 80s. Grandpa stayed with both of his wives but my grandmother was an ambitious woman and never imagined herself being a house wife so she continued working, she worked far from home in the big city 'Pretoria' , while my other grandmother stayed home taking care of us, but as time went by,as i was about to start school, I did not know why but she took us with her to the city and we missed a year of school, i was still a child i did not mind, but i enjoyed the city, i still have memories of it. The next year we also missed a year of school, because where we were supose to attend school, we did not understand the language which was spoken (setswana) "anyway we would have failed" said my granny. my aunt and uncle called my grandpa and told him they wanna come back, without my granny's knowledge and he came and took us back home but my granny was not happy with that and niether was i and Thathi (Thathi is my granny's last born who is about the same age as me. I guess they did us a favour, because to think about it now, what would've happen the next year.
My Aunt and uncle never finished school and so is Thathi, i'm the only one who managed to go all the way. After 10 years my granny stop working in the city and came back and build a house of her own and slowly broke-up with my grandpa and he decided if so why shouldn,t he build his other house a seperate house too and in that way they lost touch too. He met another young woman at work and had a child, but she past away after a month giving birth. She was my grndpa last wife the third one. My granny met a coloured man whom she dated and they never understood each other, i do not mean in terms of language, but they never seem to agree on anything and they always had different views and loved each other, they still do. I consider myself a lucky person, because i have a huge family and i can relate with each and everyone of them. My grandpa is the best, everyday i pray to the lord that may he save me, my grandpa and my grandmother until i start working, because i wanna show them how much they mean to me.
Family is the best thing ever, I appreciate my whole family and all the friends whomi met, have and lost. The relatives i never met, especially my great grandma whom i last saw when i was 7. Life is precious and beautiful, people say life is hard, but one thing my grandpa once told me id that "never wish to be some else, because with you he is nothing, but with himself he is something"it never made sense but now it does. Every Sunday when i go to church i wish it was not only me who walks this road but wish that the whole world would just realize how beautiful it is just to dress good and sing for the purpose of rightiousness. I wake up everyday and thank him for the day he agian trusted me with "Thanks your mighty lord, thank you God"
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