© I NEVER met my maternal grandfather. But I hear he died a cruel death. He used to work in Plumtree, not far from the border with Botswana, and would go back home on weekends to the dusty village of Tjehanga, deep in rural Plumtree. [GoogleAd] He found them waiting for him one afternoon when…
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