Banana bread

When I was growing up, my Saturday mornings began with the smell of my mother’s banana bread filling the house, forcing my sister and me to get out of bed. To this day, the smell conjures up nostalgia and fond memories of my parents’ house in the small township of Mankweng, Limpopo. The only time I have my tea black with no sugar is when it’s accompanied by the nutty, sweet taste of banana bread and margarine. The bread has always been the star. My mother still indulges me by baking this fa