"As I sit in my living room in Ntabamhlope
on this cold winter mid-morning, the warm rays of the winter sun, a welcome intruder to my privacy, I sight a bumble bee buzzing
around the eaves outside – and I remember my father. My father, the Grand Patriarch of our home, departed these nine
long years (is it that long already?) ..."
In this novel, Jude Khumalo presents a brilliant account
of his native Ntabamhlope and the role his family played in his 'growing-up' years. Like everything in South Africa, can this
account diveorce itself from the socio-political milleu? Certainly not!