When Memory Becomes History 🕰️ · South Africa is LEKKER!

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When Memory Becomes History 🕰️

My mother Marlene (she now lives in Cape town) was six years old when she witnessed a moment that turned out to be part of South African criminal history and another of a girl she knew living near her home and was at school with her.

She didn't know that at the time. She was just a child in a garden, noticing something that didn't fit.

I've written both stories up properly — historically accurate, set in Natal Province during the Union of South Africa — one from 1943 wartime Durban, one from 1956 Pinetown.

Not crime tales. Living memories. The kind of history that never makes it into the official record because it lived in one person's head for eighty years.

Worth a read if you've got fifteen minutes.

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Curious whether this kind of writing resonates — history told from the ground up, through the eyes of ordinary people who just happened to be standing in the right place.

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