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Fire Horses

Maybe the women in the Far East were all right. In the year I was born, 1966, thousands of women in Japan and China had voluntary abortions. They did not want a child born in that year, the year of the Fire Horse. These children would be wild, free spirited, untamed, headstrong, and no eastern family needed that, given their peaceful way of life and family unity.

Good thing I was born in Africa.

Here, untamed and free spirited was the nature of the land, the song of the wind, the heat of the red sunsets, and the light of the sun on the grass plains.

As the first grandchild, my birth was an occasion awaited with great excitement. My parents had married a year before, almost to the day, my conception was unplanned, but the idea grew on them. They felt themselves too young to be the parents of a child; feeling like kids themselves.

They had met when my mother, Rona was only seventeen, an office girl, having felt the need to drop out of school in order to help her family. My Grandfather, Thomas was no longer around. My Grandmother, the strong Annabelle had divorced him. She didn't care that divorce was a scandalous idea in the Forties; she knew what she had to do. She knew her life and those of her kids depended on this decision. Doing the opposite was the unthinkable.

My father had arrived in South Africa from Kenya, years before. The Mau-Mau uprising was in full swing and farmers were being murdered in their sleep. Many nights he would wake up to hear the cattle screaming in agony as they were being mutilated by the Mau-Mau. Dead or dying cattle could not be sold, and what wouldn't be bought, was there for the taking. They lost the herds, the land and finally, bankrupt, they made the decision to leave and live, rather than fight and die. They chose life and left behind everything. There was nothing left to die for.

So many times he would recall the day they set foot on South African soil for the first time. They had just left an equatorial heaven, to arrive dead in the middle of a cold South African winter. Being used to the lush green of his native land, he was dismayed and disgusted at what he found.

The grass and veldt was dead from the intense cold; grassfires having charred the land to a black nothing. He begged his father to let him go home, he couldn't face living in this ugly place. But they did stay and the spring came early that year, and with it the promise of new green life and a different beauty. Slowly they rebuilt their lives and settled down to becoming something new.

Having no skills other than farming, and no money to acquire land, left him with very few options.  At the age of twelve he had dropped out of school, he knew what he wanted to do with his life and was ready to start farming at his father's side. Then came the revolution for independence.

Starting over was made easier by the fact that there was already some family settled in South Africa, but they could only assist temporarily and advise, my Father’s group had to learn to fend for themselves fast or go under.


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