Sumayya Ismail
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/ 17 February 1995

Debi do some of that old magic

Native tongue Bafana Khumalo DEBI, come back, my love. All is forgiven. I apologise for treating you badly. I know that when we decided to call it quits last year — when you doffed your hat at me, clenched that cigarette at the corner of your mouth and said, “Keep the peace black brother, I […]