The Unhelpful grandmother


Grandmother Nomasonto was ninety. She was sitting on . her stoep. A man ran up to her, shouting, '' Help! My leg is broken in the ditch!'' Grandmother Nomasonto looked at him. '' Is your leg very broken?'' she asked. ''Yes! The bone is sticking out!'' Grandmother Nomasonto nodded. ''That sounds very painful,'' The man waited for her to call for help. Grandmother Nomasonto simply closed her eyes and began to hum a tune from way back kofifi.The man crawled away,slowly, the bone sticking out. Grandmother Nomasonto hummed the tune to the very end.

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