In memory of Mahlangebi, Olady, Mamkhulu, Goglady, our rock
It’s been months, but finally Mninawa Ntloko has found the strength to pay this beautiful tribute to his mother
This is the most difficult piece I’ve had to write in many years behind this keyboard. It literally took me months to get past the opening paragraph without tearing up.
I would spend days staring at the keyboard, unable to muster the courage to admit, in black and white, that the woman who called me every night to ask if I’d eaten dinner was no more.
The fear of losing my mother has haunted me for the better part of my adult life and I trained myself years ago to never allow this ghastly thought to linger in my mind for longer than five seconds...