I wake up at 4:30a.m like I always do since I was told to be up and out of this room by 5a.m. I haven't cooked anything since I married Sabelo. This information would probably send my grandmother into her grave before her time.
"What are you doing?" Sabelo asks when he walks into the kitchen.
"Mopping the floor."
"You've met your match," Mlungisi comments, slapping his brother on the back. They must have fixed whatever.
"Why is she cooking?" Sabelo asks Mlungisi.
"Ask her." By the way, why is he asking his brother?
"Why are you cooking?"
"I wanted to help Okuhle today."
"You don't make the rules, Simingaye. I do."
"Dude, don't kill my mood. I'm trying to be nice to Okuhle. She's been nice to me. It's the least I could do for her. By the way, don't you have any vacancies at y
