Childhood At Grandma's

At grandma's we played with mud Ate sweets that gave us cavities And my cousins were my best buddies Granny would make pap, white and soft Served with wors (sausages) that made everyone's mouth water, even mum. We'd gather around a fire ''making maize magic'' we'd say As we braai maize and vleis (meat) Before the fire dies Gogo (granny) Makes her legendary vetkoeks, A delight to enjoy for days. Sometimes we' climb the mango trees As the thrill intrigued us, for it was dangerous The bees would buzz and we just ran But Gogo awaited at the kitchen door With a belt to give a hiding But we would cry before she punishes us In hopes of dodging the bullet. At grandma's we grew up.