Tae Mo Mabaho Novels & Stories

Tai l loves Ibrahim but his behavior is strange, mehak he doesn't want to share you with anyone says tai, just then Ibrahim comes and tai says please mehak don't say anything saying this tai goes from there,Ibrahim says mehak you really wanted to leave me?mehak says Ibrahim I love you very much but you need to trust me, Ibrahim is about to say something just than Ibrahim gets faint , she shouts Ibrahim what happen?she calls adeel and adeel make him

The benign influence of pure air covered the entire Montagu area, unlike the contaminated air of Joburg city where I came from. The city of gold had left me with bittersweet memories I chose to wipe out from my mind, however there was one thing I could not seem to forget, which was my mother’s cooking. I especially loved the manner in which she would prepare ”bohobe” they call it in my Sotho language. Made from a combination of flour, yeast, and sugar, served with my favourite.. boerewors. I was certain that I would miss her. Deep down I knew that she would do alright on her own. She was afterall she was a sophisticated, strong, independent woman who was capable of taking care of herself.

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Meeting Thabo for the first time after those years, gave Mirriam goose bumps. She felt a little bit of awkwardness like a little girl going on a first date. "Thabo", she said with a low voice. "Mirram, is this you, oh!My word, Thabo said with same excited voice. They hold hands for a while until Ntate Mogoadi interrupted. "Yeah!It was a long time since we were at school. Look now some of us have families", he said looking at Seipati and her husband. He knew exactly how his friend felt about Mirriam. Her name would just pop up in their conversations all those years they met as adult friends. Now there he was, standing in front of her. The memories of the past flooded in. Thabo took one stride

this might be the first and the last time I see this friend of mine so serous. “There is nothing to be scared about it’s nothing bad” I tried to calm her nerves a bit. “Tell me already!” oh I forgot how impatient she can be. “Okay here goes, my name is Princess Mapula Mohapi of the BaKoena Kingdom in LeSotho.” I say all this with my eyes closed so that I don’t see the look she has.

The benign influence of pure air covered the entire Montagu area, unlike the contaminated air of Joburg city where I came from. The city of gold had left me with bittersweet memories I chose to wipe out from my mind, however there was one thing I could not seem to forget which was my mother’s cooking. I especially loved the manner in which she would prepare ”bohobe” they call it in my Sotho language. Made from a combination of flour, yeast, and sugar, served with my favourite boerewors, minced meat combined with spices and wrapped with animal skin into a long roll. Deep down I knew that she would do alright on her own. She was a sophisticated, strong, independent woman who was capable of tak

They both hugged each other as they exchange pleasantries, her mom holds her daughter's face to hers "How are you holding up? And why didn't you call your father and me immediately that scumbag came to your house?" Tade shrugs "I handled him boldly by myself, You've always taught me to be strong, I was strong that night" her mom holds her close "I am proud of you, come and sit. I made assorted meat pepper soup for you, you can have that now or decide to go for moimoi and pap which is also ready but your efo riro (vegetables) is ready for you to take home" Tade's stomach excitedly churns

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