CHAPTER 7Worldcup eMthatha
World Cup in Mthata
Sipho clears his throat before carrying on, “My mother died of AIDS and she was afraid that people would speak badly of her. She wouldn’t even go to the clinic any more because she had no faith that anything could help her. We got used to doing everything ourselves and for more than a year we never let anyone into the house. That’s what she wanted. In any case, people stayed away after a while, as there were rumours that Mama had this terrible disease.”
“But when she died …” I probe carefully.
“We just carried on as usual. Every now and then I get lucky with a job at the crossing for a day, or our old neighbour, Uncle Govan, lets me look after his goats when he has to go to town. We have a few vegetables in the garden. That’s not always en
