Chapters (103)
- Cover
- ALSO BY BIANCA MARAIS
- Dedication
- Map
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- GLOSSARY OF TERMS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
I don’t know why but I suddenly don’t want her to go, which is just silly. I want to ask her to stay but instead I say, “There’s something I never told you. About Da.”
“About Da?”
“Yes. Before he died, he made me promise never to sell the farm.”
“Really? How strange. He hated the farm and the whole farming life. I’m surprised that what Ma wanted even factored in to his thinking.”
“He didn’t want it kept for her. She actually wanted to sell it and retire to the coast.”
“So, why then? Just to torment her and force her to stay somewhere she didn’t want to be?”
“No, because of you.”
“Me?”
“He promised you on the day you left that the key would always be waiting for you if you decided to come back. He wanted to keep that promise.”
“Huh.”
“I’m sorry that I almost broke it. I’m glad you forced us to keep the farm and that we’re here together.”
“Me too. Now, try and get a good night’s rest.”
“I will.” She just gets to the door when I call her back. “Dee?”
“Yes?”
“I love you, you know. I’m not sure when I last told you but it’s true. It’s important that you know that.”
She comes back to the bed and grasps my hand. “You’re not dying, you silly goose. You just have pneumonia. And you’re going to be very embarrassed when you’re feeling better and remember this moment.”
“Probably, so don’t remind me.”
“I won’t.” She smiles and kisses my knuckles. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
Dee doesn’t say she loves me back but she doesn’t need to. That’s the thing about family: the truest things we say to each other are never in words.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
Zodwa
3 August 1996
KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa
Zodwa stands next to the graves, one freshly filled and the other properly settled with a gravestone at its head.
Mother and son finally rest together, and Zodwa is overcome with emotion that this is something she’s been able to do for Leleti. In a life of wrong choices and wrong turns, it feels good to have achieved something that would bring her mother peace. For despite whatever the truth of Dumisa’s life is, Zodwa knows her mother’s love would transcend the mistakes her child made. She can’t imagine Mandla ever doing anything that could make her stop loving him.
“Come, my child,” Zodwa’s gogo says to her. “Let us go now.”