Khayelitsha Township, South Africa. Credit: KennyOMG/licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
“This story is about the pieces of my cup. Growing up in my grandmother's matchbox house with five other cousins, cups were an important part of my life especially during breakfast. My cup was red and no one could drink out of it in my presence. My fondest memories were shared with Tilly in my grandmother’s garden, sipping away at our make-believe tea from my cup brought to me by my gogo [grandmother] from Uhmlanga [a town in eastern South Africa].
