I was born on July 18, 1918 in the village called Mvezo of Umtata, part of Eastern Cape. However, I grew up with two sisters at kraal, the mother of Qunu village. There are hundreds of people in the village. They live in a hut and they are called Randabel. There was no way for barefoot boys and women to walk through the lawn. Women and children in the village dyed blankets with yellow soil. Only a few Christian in the village wearing the western clothes of the west side. There were no furniture in our own cabin, I sat on the ground asleep with a mat. I did not know anything to be called a pillow at all.
At the age of five, I became a boy of sheep and protected my father's sheep and calf in the field. Collect wild honey and fruits, eatable roots, sweet warm sweet milk directly from a cow's breast, swim in clear water, sink a cold river, catch fish with a twisted yarn and sharp cord.
I spent most of my free time with a veil fighting playing with other boys in the village. Like other Kosa children, I mainly gained knowledge through observation. We were not sent to school.
My father who was not educated and was a heathen had two friends. George and Ben Mbekela. These brothers were educated and were Christians. George was the old one of the two, retired teacher, Ben was a police officer. But my father was an informal priest of Kamata, the father's god, but he locked up these Christian brothers. Mbekela 's brothers could not turn my father into Christianity, but they influenced my mother who became a Christian. Brothers often saw me playing the sheep or mind, and talked to me.
One day, George Mbekela visited my mother. He said to her. "Your son is a wise young companion; he should go to school." No one in my family has ever been to school. My mother bought the idea. She told my father what he said to George, and my father decided that his youngest son should go to school.
I am 7 years old, my father took me to the school before school, and told me I had to dress suitable for school. My father took a pair of pants and cut off at the knees. He told me to leave them for me, although they were much bigger, they were roughly the right length. My father then took a string and tightened his waist pants. I must have been a fantastic sight, but I was proud to wear my father's cut-off pants.
On the first day of school, my teacher, Miss Mdingana, tells us English names because she can not pronounce African names. That day, Missing Mdingana said my new name is Nelson, why this particular name, I do not know. I had no choice but to accept my name. I need to learn the spelling and pronunciation of the new name. From that day on, I became Nelson Mandela.
Lesson 10
If we have children, we will survive without permission. The survival of our children is a top priority. The success of our children leads to our success. Parents have children. Reproduction is self reincarnation. It means to live for your child. Life will be selfless. That's why parents are pleased to die for their children to live. We are living among our children. Success is not seen until the parent sacrifices everything for the child. Parenting is to sacrifice everything. It involves sacrificing pleasure, time, relationships, associates ... etc
Therefore, your fellow's choice should be based on the validity of your child's success. Your friend needs to thank your children for your children first. The choice of our companion must reflect the consciousness that children learn from everyone around us. We also have to be careful to shape our decision-making. As a result, the quality of the company we own determines the success or failure of the house.
The house is a school. Children are students, parents are their acquaintance is a teacher. First-class teachers are a good example. Because children learn much by observation. A school manager operated by a teacher who does not qualify as an employer creates a graduation bound by destiny. Therefore, parents must close only those who may positively influence themselves and their children. If you feel that they can not manipulate you negatively, your child may not be able to escape the effect. My parents are not good teachers, my children are never nearby.
Please make your home a useful learning environment and invite only qualified teachers. If you turn your house into a bar, you can drink. It turns into a brothel, frills will show up. Boxing ring will generate fighter plane.
