Of course we also invite Sipho to move to Boston with us, but he prefers to be closer to his brothers and sister in Masiphumelele. He plans to take over our shack, but to rebuild it on higher ground. He’s earning some money, as I used to, from casual work he picks up at the crossroads. When I offer to give him money, he accepts it only to help the children, not for himself. “I need to be able to manage on my own, especially after that injury. Do you understand?” I respect him even more for this. I know why Sipho is my best friend.
We’ve been living in Boston for no more than a month when John Jacobs turns up one afternoon at training with a younger man in a suit, and waves me to come closer, “Hey Themba, this is Sandile.” He introduces him to me. “Sandile works for Laduma and is busy work
