As I buy my last affordable bottle of wine for a while, the girl at the till tries to teach me a couple of words of isiZulu.
"unJani?" she asks. How are you?
I ask how I should reply. "Ngisaphila." I'm well.
A couple more words, bright smiles on either side.
I did not have the heart to tell her that I'm leaving.
"unJani?" she asks. How are you?
I ask how I should reply. "Ngisaphila." I'm well.
A couple more words, bright smiles on either side.
I did not have the heart to tell her that I'm leaving.
Confession: I had to refer to wikipedia to get it right.
1 comment:
ek LOVE dat jy centurion-tag het.
Ha!
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