This past week has not been very friendly with me. My wife is not talking to me - temporarily so, something that she needs to deal with - naughty me (i love her and miss her very much).
My boss thinks i am not doing my job and he accused me of not following his advise and Counsel's advise when in actual fact he had not read his briefing note. All the outburst was for nothing as all the information he needed, was and still is in my briefing note...bloody bugger. Anyway, after that lousy friday meeting, i decided that i should go home and turn in early....Ek se, the time was 7.30 when after putting on my birthday suit, my mother called .
"Please attend a funeral on my behalf?
whose funeral and where....was my answer...
Iyo, little did i know that this woman i call mother, wanted me to go to LebCow...or sorry Lebowakgomo. My Uncle's daughter in law passed on and mommy wanted me to go represent her at the funeral...Family politics, lets not go there...
I reluctantly agreed as the idea of waking up at 4.30 to catch a funeral that starts at 7.00 was not amusing....not at all. Wat sal ek se...moeder het moes gevra...So i went.One thing for sure, i was not going to travel all the way to LebCow alone, so i invited my brother in law. He agreed...not that he had a choice anyway.
So we drove. Got there in good time for morning tea and cakes and a preliminary chat with my Uncle...Aser Hlajoe Mahlase....named after my maternal grandfather. To cut a long story short, and also not to bore you with the funeral drama, i must run to the reason why i decided to write this short piece. Lesenke ntate..Lesenke.
I have experienced this phenomenon before but yeterday was the best - As we come back from the graveyard, we washed our hands - tradition dictates- and we were then ushered to aneighbour's yard where corrugated iron sheets, proped on small knee length chairs were lined 
out.
out. No sooner we had arrived, two men carrying dishes bigger than my dstv dish appeared and emtied the contents of their dishes onto these corrugated iron sheets - Pap and Vlei my broer - by this time, there were about 60 men around these make shift tables and they started digging in........Mmmmmmmm, great staff....just papa le nama..no beetroot, cole-slaw and all the other funny salads you find in funeral.
My brother in law was so amused as this was the first time in his entire life to witness and experience such....I don't know how many of you out there that read my blog have experienced this. This was the highlight of my trip -eating without any care in the world -that "batho ba tla re eng" syndrome was nie daar nie.
I can assure you, i was not the only one that enjoyed lunch.
