with the Hulk. The second I spoke
to him, this face that had seemed so
threatening and mean lit up with
gratitude. “Ah, na khensa, na
khensa, na khensa. Hi wena mani?
Mufana wa mukhaladi u xitiela
kwini xiTsonga? U huma kwini?”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank
you. Who are you? How does a
colored guy know Tsonga? Where
are you from?”
Once we started talking I
realized he wasn’t the Hulk at all.
He was the sweetest man, a gentle
giant, the biggest teddy bear in the
world. He was simple, not educated.
I’d assumed he was in for murder,