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‘It’s so hard to trust a deviant like him.’ That was the rea-
son Charity Zulu gave for why she did not want to meet
with Bhambatha Ngwenya alone. She had asked Lucky
Dube to sit in on the meeting and he had agreed. Now
Dube was leaning against the living-room wall in the Zulu
household, watching Charity and Bhambatha, who sat in
armchairs facing each other.
As the wife of the deceased Bantu Zulu, Charity was
dressed all in black. Her hands were locked together in her
lap.
Bhambatha, who had been Bantu’s best friend, was sit-
ting back in his chair, his long legs crossed. He had trav-
elled over five hundred kilometres to be here, missed the
funeral, but made it to this meeting. Charity had insisted
on it.
‘We both have long journeys before us. Can we do this
now?’ Charity asked.
Dube looked at Bhambatha. His eyes brightened up like
he was about to smile, but he didn’t. ‘Charity,’ he said.
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