On the Road to Ntabankulu

Not that long ago, Madam Superior and I received an invitation by SMS from a family friend.
The type of friend who was, then was not and now is. You know what I mean? We had not heard from that beautiful soul for a great whale of time. Having vanished from our space and life without any 'goodbyes' and 'see you laters', the SMS came as a shock. Here was an opportunity for MS and myself for a retrospective analysis of who our re-connecting friend had meant to us.
Born and raised up in the Eastern Cape Province of South Africa, she had come to the city of gold, Jozi, to see the world for herself and evidently get her hands on the cash growing on the trees all over the place.
Somehow, we found her in our space and soon after in our life and home.
We got to know a bit about her for about two years. A pure Xhosa girl she was and she possessed all the marching physical features to prove her unmistakable identity! I still remember her for the unignorable presence, the warm personality and the profusely disarming smiles.
MS was a great helper and mentor for her. So she was the one who kept on asking others about her. One day MS got to know that she was now working in Port Elizabeth. With that information, we managed to move on with our lives.
By the SMS, our friend was inviting us to come and grace her wedding as Special Guests. The traditional wedding is taking place on 27 December in Ntabankulu, about 15 hours drive from Johannesburg.
So to Ntabankulu we go! Hope we will have some time to look around this beautiful part of South Africa and of course perform our duties as Special Guests honourably.
Will keep you posted on the wedding.