Ouma + Night Life

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Ouma: My curfew used to be at midnight. I would come home late and take off my shoes as to not wake my parents up. My father used to say “I know what time you came in, you don’t have to tell me.” And I would say “No, it was just about quarter past 12.”

Me: Do you remember the first boy you kissed?

Ouma: Ach, what am I supposed to remember from so long ago? I remember his name was Alec. He played the ukulele.

Me: He was the first boy?

Ouma: (shrugs) I don’t know. I kissed a lot of boys. But he was the first man.

Photography by the incomparable Tova Friedman Photography

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