SSDA: In the beginning

Short Story Day Africa is a celebration, a party, and I got started with mine at 7:15am when I dropped my daughter off at school. ‘Why can’t I go in?’ my son asked. ‘Because you have to help me,’ I said. We drove around the school until we reached the bottom entrance. I had to convince the scholar patrol to let me in to the parking lot / netball court. I draped my son in bags filled with dictionaries, writing journals, paper, chocolate, stamps and 23 copies of every worksheet. Bearing his burden like a proud donkey, he stumbled his...