They all move at once, walking slowly into the yard with Qhawe stopping now and again to pick some things and throw them back on the ground again.
“Where is this mami?” Lwandle, the ever so curious one, asks.
“It’s daddy’s home,” I say.
“Ewwww it’s ugly,” he says with a frown on his face.
Okay, I don’t have a comeback for this one, so I just keep quiet.
I see Nkosana sitting down on a stump of what used to be a wall. Each follow suit and sit wherever they can find space on the high grass. I don’t think they are talking at all.
Ntsika is the only one still walking around the place, inspecting everything he sees. Perhaps he is looking for a reminder.
I notice that on three houses facing us, groups of people have gathered and are looking this way. I doubt they all live in those houses, I think someone must have called them to ‘come and see’ this.
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