Today, I’m having one of those days. I woke up missing Mason and I haven’t stopped crying since I woke up. Today is also Ruri’s birthday party. It was held back by six months because of Mason’s death. I thought I’d be strong enough to run after kids today, serve them and watch them just be kids. But I’ve been staring at my son’s picture since I woke up and I just cannot stop crying.

“Sis’Fifi”, I hear Luhle’s voice.
I don’t even have energy to look back.
She joins me on the balcony and she sits next to me.
We are quiet. We sit here in silence.
“We don’t have to go to the party.” She says.
“You can go. Have fun. They are good people. I just need to go and spend some time at Mason’s gravesite.”
“I’d rather go with you”, she says.
“I really need to be alone today. Please, Luhle.” I say.
She doesn’t take offense.
We sit in silence and she lets me sit here and cry.

“Sanibonani”, Shaka comes outside and greets us. Where is he even coming from? I woke up this morning and he was gone.
We both look at him.
“Hello baba”, Luhle greets him back.
“Ngathi niyakhala nje”, Shaka says.
Where is he coming from? He is so chirpy.
“Ubuyaphi?” Luhle asks him.
I swear our brains are aligned. I was asking myself the exact same thing.
“I had to sort out a few things at work”, he says.
“Okay”, Luhle says.
“Sthandwa Sami, sawubona.” He says to me.
“Hello love. You are so chirpy. Did you meet someone new who will be replacing me?” I say.
“Never. I’d be the one to kick her out with boiling water.” Luhle says and we laugh.
“No, baby. You know I only have eyes for you”, he says.
I just smile.
“Ni right?” He asks us.
I breath aloud.
“It’s just a difficult day”, I say.
“How do we make it better?” He asks me.
“I want to go and maybe clean Mason’s tombstone today and leave some flowers. I miss him.” I say.
He walks towards me and pulls me into a hug. Then he says, “Can we come with you?”
“Luhle already offered. I just want some space with him today.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone, baby. You know that, right? We are here and we are here for you. We love you.” He tells me.
“I know. And thank you. Both of you.” I say, reaching out my hand to hold Luhle’s hand.

Shaka and I decided to buy a house together. We’ve been seeing each other for close to a year now and we are comfortable enough to say that we love each and that we are building. But we don’t really want to rush into marriage. I’m still encouraging him to make peace with his other kids – Nompumelelo and Ntuthuko. But he’s not even interested. I hear that they are in Mtubatuba with their grandmothers and they’ve headed a smear campaign against me. This angered Shaka to a point where he cut them off financially. They’ve lost their apartments and their cars. I beg him everyday to just send them some money… even if it’s R100. He says no. I usually give Luhle money and ask her to send them money. She does, but she always comes back and tells me that they’ve cut her off too and they are not speaking to her too. Luhle is quite sensitive and the way that Mpumi and Ntuthuko treat her actually hurts her feelings. I think this is what angered Shaka the most – how they are treating Luhle.

The buzzer goes off as Luhle and I prepare a late breakfast for the three of us.
“Hello?” Shaka answers the buzzer.
“Shaka, please open the gate”, a woman says.
“MaNgobese? Uwe?” Shaka says.
“Yebo baba, yimi. Ngihamba noMaTango. Please open.” She says.
Shaka hangs up the buzzer then looks at me and says, “Baby, please go and relax in the bedroom.”
“Why?” I ask.
“These are my dad’s wives. You are still mourning. You shouldn’t get into conflict. I know they’ll push you into a conflictual position. Out of respect for our son, Mason, please sit upstairs and don’t come down until they leave. Luhle will prepare tea for them.” He says.
I just nod my head and head upstairs.

I’m in this room watching an episode of Real Housewives, but I’m extremely curious as to what is happening downstairs or what is actually being said. I’m slightly nervous and I’m not sure how much Shaka would really tell me. He is very careful with my feelings lately and I get it. I need to know what’s going on though.
I’m distracted by my cellphone ringing. It’s Tebza. Eish. Ruri’s party. I really don’t want to be surrounded by kids today. Honestly.
“Hey Tebza.” I answer my phone.
“Hey babe. Ushup?”
“Ke shup. We just a bit late because Shaka’s family just arrived nje all the way from Mtubatuba. I’m sure they’ve come to convince him to leave me.” I say.
“Yoh! Are you not in the meeting?” She asks me.
I can already hear busyness nje in the house.
“Shaka said I should stay upstairs. I’m still mourning and he says I shouldn’t engage with anything conflictual.”
“Eish. I hope all goes well, hle. But I trust Shaka. He will fight for you. He will protect you.” She says.
“Yeah.”
“Anyway, babe. I just wanted to check-in. Just wanted to make sure that you woke up okay today.” She says. She is such a thoughtful human being.
“I woke up missing him today”, I say. “I’ve just been feeling heavy ever since.”
It sounds like she’s moving to a quieter area. Then there is some silence.
“Are you alone?” She asks me.
“Yeah”, me.
“Okay, ke kopa re rapele.” She says.
I get off the bed and kneel.
“In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” I begin.
She then replies and says, “Amen. Modimo wa rona. We are your children and we come before you today as humbly as we know how with our broken hearts.”
I’m already crying.
“You blessed us with the most beautiful baby boy there ever was. He was such an incredible spirit. While it was always in Your plans to take him away as You gave him to us, it still hurts that He is no longer with us. Modimo wa rona, please comfort us. Please console our hearts, Modimo wa rona, and heal our broken spirit. Our faith tells us that Mason is in a better place. But our homes our empty without him – fill them with Your grace. Our lives feel like they have a missing peace in them – fill them with comfort. Our hearts are broken, fix them with Your love. We thank you for the gift of Mason’s life. We thank You for trusting us with his life and time on earth. Help us to live with his memories and accept that he has returned to His maker.”
She is silent. I’m the one who is just sobbing.
“Father, I miss my baby so much.” I say. Then I cry. I hear Tebza sobbing too.
I continue, “I feel as if my heart has been ripped out of my body and has been grated into pieces. Sometimes, it’s just so difficult to breathe.”
I cry. I’m falling apart.
“Lord, I need you. I want to put my pain at your throne and leave it there so I can stop hurting. I want to take my anger and leave at your throne so I can forgive the situation. Please help me, Lord. Modimo, please help me. I’m begging you. I need to forgive. I need to let it all go. I need to release my son so he can rest in peace. I know he needs me to. I know he needs me to move on. I need you to help me, Lord. Please help me.”
Teboho and I spend another ten minutes just sobbing over the phone.
“I love you, Fifi.” Tebza says.
“I love you too, Ausi waka.” I say.
“Amen”, we both say together.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” Me.
“Sure hun.”
I hang up, look up and see Shaka at the door looking at me.
How long has he been standing there?

“Hey”, I say as I get up from kneeling.
He walks in and closes the door.
I make my way to the insuite bathroom to clean my face. He follows me into the bathroom.
He pulls me into a hug. I fall apart in his arms. He just holds me.
After a long cry, I just wash my face then I ask him, “Have your mothers left?”
He shakes his head and says, “They want to meet you.”
I look at him – shocked!
“I don’t support it neither, but they insist.” He says.
“I don’t know, Shaka –
“I’ll be right by your side. I promise.” He says.

Luhle, Shaka and I are sitting on one couch. It’s a large couch. I’m sitting in the middle, between the two of them. In front of me are two elderly women. On the couch on our left sits Ntuthuko. On our couch on the right sits Nompumelelo.
“This is her?” One of the women say.
“This is her.” Nompumelelo says.
Then she looks at me and says, “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from a mourning man? Look now! Your son is dead and –
I don’t even know when I got up from my seat. But I got up and I’ve slapped the shit out of this child. Everyone in here is shocked.
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY SON! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”
“Shaka, will you really sit there and let this woman abuse your child like this?” One of the women.
“Abuse? Am I abusing her?!” I say, charging towards the women.
“Hey wena, ntombazane-
“Listen here… all of you. This is my house. And I refuse to be disrespected in my house. No matter how I felt about these kids, I’ve never disrespected the memory of their mother. How dare they come into my house and recklessly speak about my son. I’m not interested in what it is that you’ve come here to do. I want all of you to get the fuck out of my house. You can finish your damn meeting at a hotel.”
I storm out and head upstairs.

I’m so pissed. Yho! That child! That stupid little brat! Fuck!
The door opens as I’m pacing up and down the room.
It’s Luhle and one of the mothers.
I stare at them.
“We come in peace. We just want to talk”, the mama says.
I just breathe.
I’m too upset to engage in anything and I wish they could give me space. But these aren’t the kind of people that know how to read rooms or moods.
“Sisi, you can’t hit these kids. What if Nompumelelo had hit you back?” She says.
“Nompumelelo will not disrespect me in my own house. It’s not happening. I’ve tried my best to be accommodative of these children, encouraging their father to not cut them off when he was adamant that he was done with them. I didn’t kill their mother and I’m tired of her lashing out at me as if I did. I’ve also lost a son. But do you see me up in arms being rude to anyone just because they are breathing? No! I will not accept this. If Nompumelelo – or anybody else for that matter – has a problem with me, they are entitled to their feelings but they can feel them outside of my house.” I say.
I think she’s getting it. I’m in no space to have the conversation that she has come here to have with me.
“If it’s okay with you, we’d like to stay the night. We’ve been on the road all night and we’d like to rest. We can maybe talk tomorrow. I’ll make sure Nompumelelo and Ntuthuko behave themselves.” She says.
I just breathe then nod my head.
Ke tla reng?

…

We finally arrive at Tebza’s and Maboko’s house after a silent drive here. Luhle is sitting at the backseat, but she’s had headsets on the whole way here. She was watching something on her cellphone the whole way here.

“Hlehle, please go in. We are following you”, Shaka says.
“Okay”, Luhle says then she rubs my shoulder before she gets out of the car. She takes the gifts – we were told to bring a gift for Ruri and another for Khabane because Khabane is not yet able to comprehend that today is not about him at all. Luhle also takes the sub-cakes… we were responsible for the sub-cakes. Tebza and Maboko organised the main cake. Then she heads inside.

Luhle is a big girl. Like she has thick thighs, thick calves, a round big ass, thick arms, mkhaba and then no boobs. I’m trying to help her lose weight because her size is unhealthy. You can tell that she’s not a small girl, but she can be big but in a healthy way. Now, she sweats when she walks from the door to the gate. No man, I’m going to help her. We have already hired a personal trainer. I like her because she participates in anything and everything. I’m going to help her stay disciplined to our diet and exercise. Even today, we have promised each other to not have birthday cake.

“I’m sorry I hit Nompumelelo. I’ll also apologise to her when we get home”, I say.
“Don’t apologise. I don’t like the fact that you hit her, but I’m glad that you’ve instilled an element of fear in her. It was needed.” He says.
I don’t say anything.
“Things are getting serious between us, Fifi. You know that I love you and I know that you love me too. I can already see that you and I are forever. I don’t want people to disrespect you. At all.”
Okay….
“I also want you to be able to come to me when you are hurting. I want you to let me in. I’m your partner and if I could, I’d carry this pain for you. It hurt me that you would rather phone Tebza and pray with her instead of coming to me. I wake up next to you every day and go to sleep with you every night. You tell me every day that you are fine. And I believe you. Then I see you fall apart today the way that you did. What is it about me that makes it impossible for you to come and hurt with me?”
“It’s not like that. She phoned me. Then we started talking and –
“I don’t want you to feel bad for confiding in her. I want you to come to me. I lost him too, Refiloe. Yes, he wasn’t in my life for all his life… but we connected and he became my child when you became isthandwa sami. Luhle loved him and she lost him too. We want to mourn with you – not because we feel sorry for you or because it’s the right thing to do, but because we loved him and we’ve lost him too. We want to get through it with you. Pray with us. We might not know how to pray, but we will close our eyes and say Father God every third word –
I laugh. I don’t understand how he can say that and keep a straight face. He smirks at me. I just laugh. Wow!
He holds my hand then says, “let me love you. Please.”
Then he kisses me.
I smile at him.
“Are you okay to be here with all these kids?” He asks me.
I shake my head then say, “No. But Ruri is my niece and I have to be here for Maboko and Teboho. I can’t be selfish.”
“If it gets too much, phone me.” He says.
“You are not staying?” I enquire.
“Nah. I have some work to do with Mohato. But I’ll come and pick you guys up after the festivities.”
“Don’t hurry back. I’m a bit nervous to go back to our house.” I say
“That situation…”
“Why are they here?” I ask.
“They want to reconcile us with Mpumi and Ntuthuko. I think Mpumi and Ntuthuko misbehave a lot that side and now they want to ship them back to us.” He says.
“But why is it a thing? Why must there be a meeting involved? That’s your house. That’s their home. They can literally just move in. We will all hate each other, but we will love each other again at some point.”
He is silent.
“Shaka, the last thing I want to do is come between you and your children. Let them come home. We will figure it out.” I say.
“They are grown, Refiloe. They shouldn’t even be living with me. They must go and find jobs and look after themselves.” He says
“And what happens while they look for those jobs?”
“They have them. Ntuthuko will work at a Baby Boom store in Merementse. Nompumelelo will go work at a Baby Boom store in Mohase. I put them there because my strictest managers are there and I’ve instructed them to not do them any favours. They’ll take the work transport to get home and come to work- like all employees. And until they find their own house or apartment, they’ll stay at the employees’ quarters. It’s time they grew up. After everything I’ve done for them, they have the audacity to disrespect me like this? Clearly, I did them a disservice in giving them everything. Now, they’ll grow up. I didn’t just get things. I worked hard for them. They can work hard too.” He says.
I hold his hand and say, “We will figure it out. They are not just your problem alone. Okay?”
He kisses me.
“Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” He says.
“Baby…”
“Yes love?”
“Please be careful. Please. I cannot afford to lose you. Please.” I say.
He kisses me.
I finally climb off the car and head to the house.

There are just kids and screams everywhere. I just see Luhle bring me a glass of wine as she sips hers.
I follow her to the patio. Maboko is here with Ona, Khotso and Zithulele and they are preparing meat for the kids while watching them have fun. There are clowns and face painters and magicians. They hired out trampolines from some trampoline company and they’ve set up all over the yard. There are coaches and people guiding kids to bounce off these things and play games while doing it.
It’s mostly Khabane and his friends here. Every small baby is literally here with the parents in playpens and not having the fun that is actually hired for them. Ruri is worse because she’s even crying. She’s stuck on Khotso and refuses for anyone else to hold her.
Apparently she’s scared of balloons, stuffed toys and clowns. She’s scared of everything here.
Mnqobi and Tholoana are in those wheel baby walkers that kids use to learn how to walk. They are having their own fun. There’s a gate even temporarily put here so they stay within our space and don’t walk to the elder kids.

“Earth to Refiloe!” I hear someone say.
I smile.
“You miss your man already? Should we phone him and tell him to come back?” Thabi says. I didn’t know she would also be here.
I just laugh and everyone laughs.
She’s actually very comfortable. She’s wearing tastefully short shorts – black ones. And she’s wearing a black Air Jordan t-shirt with black Air Jordan sneakers. She has a cap over her weave. She looks like “stock”… nice stock though.
“It’s so festive here. And these kids are having so much fun.” I say.
“I can’t wait for them to get super exhausted and just pass out. They have a movie afternoon after eating. They should sleep then. Lots of playing and swimming plus food plus a movie equals sleep.” Teboho says.
That’s actually a very good strategy.
I just laugh.
I finally find a seat and sit somewhere. I end up sitting next to Letlali.
She is looking at me as if she feels sorry for me. I don’t want people to feel sorry for me. I think the entire energy here is just too heavy for me.

“Fifi, did you meet my chosen and arranged wife?” Ona says. Thank God! Only he would find a way to move all eyes off me and I genuinely appreciate him for this.
“Chosen and arranged wife?” I say.
Shaka told me that a wife has been chosen for Ona and that Rethabile is that wife. But I don’t know the details, so I’m humouring this.
“So the royal house and your man believe that I’m terrible at finding my own wife. So they took the liberty of going into the streets for me and finding me a wife. They found me Dr Sebata over here.” Ona says.
The way he says it seems offensive to Thabi – because she looks offended – but funny to everyone else because we are all kind of giggling here.
“So, when is the wedding, Ona?” I ask.
“I’m taking my time. We are taking our time. I actually want to date her first. So we are dating right now.” Ona says.
“That’s great, Ona.” I say.
“How long are you planning on dating her?” Luhle asks him.
“I’m not sure. We will see. But Luhle you are going to be my second wife. You know that, right?” Ona says.
Heh?!?!?!?!
Everyone laughs at the shock on my face. Wait until they see the shock on Shaka’s face.
“So, Ona, I don’t deserve to be your only love? I’m the one out of all these women who deserves to share you with a first wife?” Luhle.
What’s happening?!
“It’s not like that, moratuwa waka. Dr Sebata is here for the duty. You know she doesn’t even want to give me kids. She can’t even touch my kids. Oluremi is raising them for me. You will be my love wife. The one I’ll build a family with. You know?”
I don’t understand why people are laughing. This is not funny at all. Also, when did Luhle and Ona happen? I hope this is just an inside joke and nothing more. Luhle is not built for men like these. She’s not. She needs the man who will buy her flowers everyday, is extra careful with his words and is most patient with her. Ona is none of that.

I hear Letlali asking Rethabile if she’s okay and Rethabile just walks away – storms off actually. I hope this girl has not caught feelings for Ona because things will get awkward very quickly.

Ruri is passed out on Khotso. The father thing is such a beautiful look on him. I absolutely love it on him.
“Do you want me to take her from you and go put her in her bed?” I ask Khotso.
“No, please don’t. Every time someone has tried to do that, she woke up screaming and it took us forever to put her back to sleep. I’ll happily be her bed for today”, he says.
Oluremi smiles at him.
This one is in love.

I start playing on my phone. I actually just want to check in on Shaka. But I decide to be sexy. I go to the restroom and close the door. The lighting in here is perfect. I’m wearing a silky champagne shirt with baby blue denim jeans. I undo the buttons of my shirt and my black lacy bra come out, cupping my little boobs neatly but giving me a little bit of cleavage. I take seductive pictures then send them to my boyfriend.
He immediately phones me back.
“Hello baby”, I say.
“I’m coming for a quickie.” He says.
I laugh and say, “No. I was just missing you. Aren’t you working?”
“I am. But I’m hard now. How am I supposed to work or think straight when you’ve done this to me?”
I can’t help but laugh.
“How are things going there?” He asks me.
“Good. But we’ve had an awkward moment or two. You know how these things are.” I say.
“Okay. I also wanted to let you know that MaTango, MaNgobese, Ntuthuko and Nompumelelo have left.” He says.
Hawu?!
“I thought they were sleeping over.” I say.
“Honestly, I prefer it if we deal with our issues how we see fit. Nompumelelo got on a bus to Mohase. She starts her job tomorrow.”
“Bus?!” What’s wrong with this guy?
“How else would she have got there? Ntuthuko also got on a bus to Merementse. He starts a shift tonight.”
Shaka is being so tough on these kids and I’m beginning to feel bad for them now. Do I need to tie him up and strip again as per Tebza’s advice?
“What time should I pick you guys up?” He asks me.
“They start movies at 4pm. Luhle seems to be having fun. So maybe around 9pm. It will give me a chance to help Tebza clean up.”
“Okay, baby. I love you.” Him.
“I love you, Mashimane.” I say.
It makes him blush like a baby when I call him that. I can even hear him blush over the phone right now.
Lol.

These kids are supposed to be eating now. But some need help with being fed. Others are eating faster than the others, now the slows ones are tempted to just leave their food as it is and go back to play. So, Teboho announces: “No one is going back to swim or play until all plates are clean.”
The fast eaters look pissed.
“Khabane’s mom, can we help the slow-eaters by eating their food for them?”
Hai bo! Njani?!
“All the slow-eaters, put your hands up.” Ona begins.
We are already laughing.
The slow-eaters do not willingly put their hands up. The fast eaters bully them into putting their hands up. So they go up.
“Do your stomachs want another individual to each your food?”
“Yes!” Mohale says. He’s plate is already clean. He’s one of the fast eaters.
We all laugh because only Ona’s child would be unmoved by what his dad is doing and just answer that rhetorical question.
“Mohale, your food is finished.” Ona.
“So, can I go and play?” Mohale.
Lulu is the one who says, “When everyone is finished eating, you can all go and play.”
“But mama, all the slow people must eat over there with the babies.” Mohale says and by babies, he means Mnqobi, Ruri and Tholoana.
“Can all the slow-eaters answer me. Do your stomachs want other people to eat on your behalf?” Ona.
“Nooooooooooo.” The slow ones.
“Good. So eat up. Everyone else will wait for you.” Ona says.
The other ones are extremely upset shame. Mohale wants to take matters into his own hands. He is trying to convince Lulu, Khotso and Ona that this is unfair.
This child is something else.

After the food, we move them to the cinema. This is where they get their party packs – popcorn, sweets and slushies.
So, the outside is now being cleaned up as the kids watch some movie.
We are now sitting in the TV room and have set up beds for Mnqobi, Ruri and Tholoana. They are all sleeping on their tummies in front of us.

“Baby”, Khotso says.
He just got back into the room. He used his crutches to get to the toilet and back.
“Yeah?” Lulu responds.
We all look at them.
“About a year ago, you said yes to being my wife. Do you remember that?” Khotso.
“Yeah.” Lulu.
“But you don’t wear your ring anymore.” Khotso.
“I gave it back to you after you betrayed me”, Lulu says.
“Have you forgiven me?” Khotso asks her.
“I have. I’m just trying to forget now.” Lulu says.
Khotso nods his head.
“Do you still want to be my wife? Does our proposal still stand?” Khotso enquires.
Lulu shrugs her shoulders.
Oh ja, Shaka did tell me that they are going to the Vaal this weekend to pay lobola for Oluremi, but she doesn’t know and he was worried about that.
“Love, my people are going to represent me with your family this weekend, taking my cows to your family. I want to know if you’ll still have me.”
Oluremi is SHOCKED!
Luhle starts ululating. We are all laughing and getting into the wedding mood. Her ululating is beautiful and even Oluremi is blushing.
Khotso pulls out the ring. I hope he doesn’t fall because he is using those crutches for balance. He doesn’t seem to trust his own body yet.
“I’d kneel again, but –
“Yes baby. Let’s do this. Let’s get married.” Oluremi says and she jumps on Khotso. Both of them fall to the couch.
All the guys made that “Yey!” noise, but when they landed on the couch, we all cheered for the moment.
“Does this mean he’s getting sex tonight?” Ona.
“A lot of it! The boys are sleeping with you today, Ona.” Oluremi says and everyone laughs.
I think I’m the only one who didn’t get what that was all about.

As we watch people clean the house, Teboho has a hectic file in front of her and she and Lulu are planning the traditional wedding. Teboho phoned a wedding planner who will be arriving tomorrow. Oluremi is very stressed. The traditional wedding is taking place immediately after the negotiations. Imagine! She has three days to plan her own wedding. Hai!
Part one of the traditional wedding is at her parents’ house in the Vaal.
“Do you think that the royal house will be ready for my receiving ceremony?” Oluremi asks.
There is silence.
“If you don’t mind, we can have it at our house. Shaka practically raised the boys. He would love to do this for you.” I say. She can’t exactly be received into her own house. That’s just wrong.
I see them all breathe a sigh of relief. I even get thank you hugs.
Oluremi is so stressed, she looks like she’s going to faint. Khotso shouldn’t have sprung this on her like this.

…

I’m asleep in my house because it is 5am. I’m scheduled to wake up at 5:30am because that’s when my trainer arrives and we start working out at 6am. Shaka is as pissed off as we are at the knocking on the door. This is an estate. Who the hell drove in here without us even being notified?
Shaka goes downstairs with a gun. I follow him downstairs.
As we open the door, it’s Teboho.
“What the hell?” Me.
“Sorry.” She says. The gun in Shaka’s hand is scaring her.
“Baby, put that away”, I say.
He looks at me then he walks back upstairs.
“Is everything okay?” I ask Teboho.
“I brought an events company to come by and start setting up for the traditional wedding.”
“At 5am, Teboho?”
“We don’t have time. I’m driving down to the Vaal with Oluremi now at 7am. I needed to make sure that this was done before I left.”
I take a deep breath then I let them in the house.

Our yard is massive. We even have a stream of water far away from our door.
“We can get a glass tent that will fit about 500 people back here”, the one guy says.
500 people, bathung?
“The cars can come through the driveway and park here. This yard is heaven. We could even have a valet parking setting because we know how we want the cars parked.” Someone says.
I’m really not –
“Hello.” A voice creeps me out. I look behind me. Its Mohato and Kea.
“Hi.” I say.
“Thank you for letting us use the house.” Kea says.
I just nod my head.
Shaka climbs down the stairs.
“Bishop!”
“Pope!”
“Thanks for this. Really. We appreciate this so much.” Mohato tells Shaka.
“No problem. We just had no idea that we would be waking up this early for it.” Shaka says.
Kea and I are not exactly friends.
“Catering will arrive on the morning of the wedding. We will sleep over here when we come back from the Vaal. But Mohato, Khotso, Ona and I will sleep over today. We need to invite our ancestors and inform them that this is where we will be receiving our new bride.” Kea explains to me.
No one told me about this part.
“Sure. We have enough room for everyone. Please, feel at home.” I say.