![]() Bab’Gumbi seems to be doing all the talking, it doesn’t look like a friendly chat, it’s more like someone threatening the other judging by the way the old man keeps pointing a finger at him. He’s standing with his head bowed and his shoulder bent a bit. ![]() He has the cap in his hands and seems to be squashing it. Okay, I’ve known him for about four days. Wow! This is the first time I see him without it. As I approach the gate, I notice he isn’t in the car, but inside the gate talking to Bab’Gumbi. Yes, he isn’t bug-eye, or idiot or stalker or taxi driver anymore, his name is Mqhele Zulu. I didn’t ask Mqhele if he’ll pick me up in the morning, but I know he’ll be here. And as I switch off the side-lamp, I realise I forgot to call the boyfriend. He calls me two times before I have to go to sleep at 10pm. Anyway, I have to write a review, so I have to finish it. ![]() If only I could figure out what this woman is on about, because I can’t figure out if this is a cookbook or a horror tale about her creepy mother. ![]() “Five Quarters of An Orange”, that’s the book I’ve been trying to manoeuvre for the past three weeks. ![]() I have to catch up on some reading so no TV for me tonight. Read part two of a two-part excerpt from Busani-Dube’s seminal book series “Hlomu The Wife” below. An Excerpt from “Hlomu The Wife” by Dudu Busani-Dube Part 2ĭudu Busani-Dube will join the Kaya Book Club, as hosted by Bridget Masinga for The B-Side this Saturday. ![]()
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