Lorato came over today with her new baby, Stanley. I’ve hardly seen her since her wedding. We used to work together and we became quite close. She’s younger than me and I often thought of her as a daughter. But, as people do, we’ve drifted apart. She’s now a chicken farmer up north and I’m a writer and our busy lives have dwindled down to SMSs on holidays.
She was in Mahalapye with her new baby, Stanley. Such a middle-aged-man sort of name for a tiny baby. I supposed it matched his calm demeanour, fat stomach and the contemplative look he gave me. ‘Is he okay, then?’ I ask Lorato. ‘So far.’
