I love stories. I love storybooks.
I still remember some of my childhood stories. I can’t even say I had a favourite story – I just loved story time. Even when I was older, I made sure I had my story time. Meanwhile, my mother made sure I was always exposed to books.
When I was 11, I discovered the most interesting library. It was in an ANC camp for MK soldiers in Angola, just outside Luanda.