If you had a chance to stand on the terrace of Atteridgeville Community library of yester yore; lulled by a pungent of a freshly manicured lawn whose pathway was lined with flowers, you looked across a busy roundabout, to face Mazakhele. That neighbourhood, in an inclination, continuously sprawled westward.

On your near right hand side would be an array of matorokisi coaches shops which consisted of a Hardware, Café, Diary Shop, Butchery and a shop that sold odds and bits you could find in the first three shops. What a snapshot tinged with sepia tones of nostalgia. But no bookshop.
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