Ubuntu
oo-BOON-too
n.I am because we are — personhood constituted through others.
The Funeral of a Man I Disliked
I did not like Bhekizizwe and I went anyway, and my wife asked me on the drive why, and I could not answer her until somewhere past Estcourt.
He had cheated my father over a fence line in 1994. Not a fortune — a strip of ground about the width of this room, and thirty years of the two of them not greeting each other at the shop.
I inherited the not-greeting the way you inherit a jacket. I have never examined it.
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The thing about a funeral in that place is that nobody asks whether you were close.