Under the guava tree
Last week Shad, Joy, Joanna and I, went with Nombali and Sanele to visit definitely the oldest woman I’ve ever met. When we got to her homestead that overlooked the beautiful mountains and with puppies running all around, my excitement was in the fact that I was sure she would be able to tell us all about her life and pour all of her wisdom into us. Unfortunately we found the exact opposite.
We were pointed to a tree with a fragile, frail woman laying flat on her stomach on a blanket. After our “Sawabonas” (hello in SiSwati), I was already captivated by her beautiful blue...