By Emily Pettit-Coetzee
Desmond and Sam were sitting next to each other in class on Friday, just like they always did, when their teacher asked them to put up their hands if they knew why Monday was a public holiday. The boys looked at each other and shrugged. All they knew was that they could spend the day running around and playing with Desmond’s new rugby ball instead of coming to school. But they weren’t sure why.
Their friend Stacey put up her hand. She always knew the answers to Ms Carlisle’s questions. ‘Yes Stacey, what do you think the answer is?’ Ms Carlisle asked. ‘It’s Braai Day!’ she said and the whole class started to laugh. Stacey looked embarrassed. ‘Now, now children,’ said Ms Carlisle. [...]