Strip them naked

It is the Saturday of the funeral and Zasembo is looking like a princess that she is. She is wearing one of the dresses Ntsika bought for her, body hugging black dress, a black blazer, a red muffler, and a red block hill. She looked beautiful, indeed. Ntsika paid all the expenses for the funeral, he bought a casket for the grandmother, the groceries for the funeral and repaired the rondavel they stayed in.

The guards fixed the roof while the maidens fixed the walls using mud as some sort of cement then it was painted. The house looked presentable, the funeral also went well, and it was sad as all funerals are. But on this one only Zasembo was sad as everyone else had their own agenda’s for being there. Some went to see