We're sitting on the couch listening to Mlondi grandparents telling us about their daughter and the boys. The pride in their eyes and voices when they speak about their only daughter makes me envy maDlamini. After talking about their daughter they share funny stories about the boys. Their pride and joy. Apparently Mpilo was a quiet child, Simphiwe was the naughtiest one. Mlondi and Manqoba were always competitive and competing against each other. Manqoba didn't let the 6 year gap stop him. I haven't really thought about Mlondi and the family business since he fetched me from my grandparents' place. Suddenly I don't want to sit on the same couch with him. I tell everyone that I have a headache and I'll head to bed early. They all look worried, especially maDlamini. But I assure them a good
