The House Of The Ancestors
The Horse of The Ancestors Sunday the 13th, my father came back home distraught. His punter friend was found dead in his bed this morning. On Saturday the 12th, his friend won big in horse racing. I mean thousands and thousands of rands. It was a lot of money. The cost of a loaf of bread was thirty cents. So, he had money to buy lots and lots of loaves of bread. The money he had won that day was a lot, it was in the thousands even million because my father said that his won a jackpot and then a
