"I had five paternal uncles, four in South Africa and one in India.
Here, he bunks school to watch Hindi films, irons his brothers clothes to access banned imported comic books.
It made me feel like a sausage from a boerewors factory." In this part memoir and part satire, Ebrahim Essa chronicles a quirky childhood growing up in the 1950s in an Indian township on the outskirts of the South African port city of Durban.
What a stupid idea.
For some reason, each uncle had a son named Ebrahim. "I had five paternal uncles, four in South Africa and one in India