definitely in the house.”
They went back and forth about
it, quite concerned, and then, as it
was getting dark, my mother came
home from work. The second she
walked in, my gran called out to
her.
“Oh, Nombuyiselo!
Nombuyiselo! There’s something in
the house!”
“What?! What do you mean?”
Koko told her the story, the
sounds, the smells.
Then my mom, who has a keen
sense of smell, started going around
the kitchen, sniffing. “Yes, I can
smell it. I can find it...I can find it...”