It is hard to talk about my childhood in Protea without you flooding my mind. Thoughts of you bring out great childhood memories. I distinctively remember your yummy peanut butter cookies. You knew how much I enjoyed them and made it a point to always make extras to share with me. I remember leaving your house with a container full of warm cookies and you jokingly telling me to tell my mother that your container is called, "come back," "not Tupperware." I would chuckle all the way home. I remember how Mulalo use to have a cute powder blue t-shirt which evidently both he and I liked. Once while I was leaving your house, you put the t-shirt in my bag and whispered that it was mine to keep. I wore it so much, I forgot how many times my mother had to mend it. Mulalo never complained when he saw me wearing his favourite shirt. It took me this long to realise that you were instilling in him the spirit of selflessness. 

I remember how we all used to laugh at Lusani for liking the 'Toffee-Bar one' advert that used to come on tv. Whenever it was on, Lusani would stop whatever he was doing and rush to the couch. He would struggle to get up because he was still small, and by the time he made it up, the advert would be over! Oh! Lusani. I remember how you would always say, " kha di itele zwiliwa khishini" each time when I came over.

So many memories! I could go on and on. I am smiling as I write this! And I am tempted to go on. You are a great soul! You showed me nothing but genuine love and kindness. You trusted me with the Loves of your life-Mulalo and Lusani! Oh how my heart cries for their loss, for our loss. 

I miss you.