Nonfiction | April 24, 2018
The Meat Must Float
Invite as many people as you want. That’s what I tell Neela, my mother-in-law. But she sucks her teeth and says, “I have no thick or thin friends.” Translated, this means she is not going to invite anyone to my baby’s christening. I know better. The one thing I have learned for sure during the relatively short time I have come to know my mother-in-law and, by extension, Indians in South Africa, is to always ask three times.
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