Why the name woodenmirror?
My maternal grandmother, uMakhulu uNocustom Makalo, had one of those old-fashioned wardrobes. Slap bang in the middle was a full length mirror surrounded by all this chunky wooden splendour that was her wardrobe.
This wooden mirror as I now fondly remember it, is the source of all my vanity and that is the unapologetic truth. Looking at its reflection and really “seeing” myself for the first, I pondered if I was pretty. I was about three and a half at the time and since I was watching myself cry, the answer was a resounding no.
Regardless of this unfavourable discovery, I fell infatuation with the mirror and at that moment I made a vow, which I have broken many times, to never cry in public. So if you have wondered about the thinking behind the name of my blog, now you know.