# Quote — Sindiwe Magona, Mother to Mother

> Your daughter. The imperfect atonement of her race. My son. The perfect host of the demons of his.

- Author: [Sindiwe Magona](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sindiwe-magona.md)
- Book: [Mother to Mother](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sindiwe-magona/mother-to-mother.md)
- Page: 140
- Source: [Wikiquote](https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Sindiwe_Magona#Mother_to_Mother_(1998)) ([CC BY-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/))
- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/sindiwe-magona/mother-to-mother/your-daughter-the

## More from this book

> The sun went and died in the west.

p. 125 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sindiwe-magona/mother-to-mother/the-sun-went.md)

> Unganyebelezeli, kuza kudlalwa!’ piped Mxolisi’s little voice, calling for daring and defiance. To look at him do the war cry of the Comrades, poised in a defiant stance, his tiny fist up in the air, couldn’t but send all those who heard him into paroxysms of laughter.

p. 103 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sindiwe-magona/mother-to-mother/unganyebelezeli-kuza-kudlalwa.md)

> No,’ the girl’s mother said quietly. ‘There were many people there. Looking. Some were even laughing. None stopped the crime, none. Until your son arrived on the scene.

p. 114 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sindiwe-magona/mother-to-mother/no-the-girls.md)