I couldn’t contain my happiness, as I ran towards the others. My older sister was the only one wearing a school uniform. A black tunic and a white shirt. We chatted along the way. The bright summer sun was already becoming hot. Birds singing on the tree tops. Even though we were to walk six kilometers, it didn’t bother us. We were joined by the other kids along the way.

Gabane primary school was the only school in our village, admitting kids from the neighbouring villages.

The day starts with morning prayers, then we were led into our classroom, which was a big morula tree. We sat on the red earth. The only furniture was a chair for our teacher, a desk and the blackboard. Our teacher miss Sechaba was a well-built lady with a straight posture like a soldier. She introduced herself and we followed suit.