Chapter 12 - Nolwazi

TWO YEARS LATER

"Yoh, he is going to be unbearable."

I chuckle at Céline's comment, but keep my eyes fixed on her father on the stage, accepting an honorary doctorate here at Fort Hare. It's graduation on a clear May morning, and we're sitting in the very hall where I graduated. Where Céline crossed the stage herself. So much has happened since then. For one, she's now a producer on a talk show in Johannesburg. We love having her so close, though we know it may not last. She has so many offers that could take her far away. Her father would be the last one to clip her wings.

"He'll probably make us call him Dr Mgudlwa," I whisper back to her. That actually would sound sexy in bed. My heart trips a little at the prospect of trying it out as soon as we get home. We aren't staying over; we're on the last flight out of East London. I took tomorrow off, a rare day away from Good Morning Mzansi, but I knew I'd be exhausted. And I'm craving time with Luvuyo. His book tour has been gruelling, but better Kimberley than Goma. I'm just glad to have him home for a few days.

Two years ago I could not have imagined that home would be a place I shared with Luvuyo Mgudlwa, but he fit right in at my house. Now it feels empty when he's not there.