“Nokuthula Dlomo” he calls out the old woman looks around for the person calling her name. When her eyes land on Ayanda she quickly holds her daughter’s hand and they run away. Ayanda gets off and run after them and catches up to them. I see them talking and Ayanda points the car. I wonder what they are saying because his mom and sister look like they are crying they walk over. I get off to greet them, they smile shyly at me. I usually know what to say but lately I don’t. When Ayanda introduces me as his wife they both smile but they don’t say anything. I notice that they don’t know what to say to each other so being the person that I am I break the ice.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you ma. You must be Ayanda’s little sister. Would you guys mind if we got back to the house for a cup of t
