I recall when I was about 6 or 7 and I had my first experience of domestic violence. It happened when my brother and I were sent by our grandmother to go get some bread from the spaza down the road. When we arrived a woman, with a baby on her back, and a man (I assume it was her boyfriend) were having a very heated, very loud argument on the side of the road. I don't remember what was said - what I do remember is a crowd of spectators slowly building up around these two and after some heated words, the fists that the man laid on her body - and the baby.
