Conversations with my little daughter

Every morning before I wake up and prepare for work, I have conversations with my three-year old daughter (if she is awake by the time I go up, that is). Her name is Vun’we Latiffah Salane.

I always resist the urge to rush out of the bedroom (in fact she sleeps between her mom and I) and catch with the fast-as-lightning morning time because after our discussions I always have this feeling of fulfilment and joy. Perhaps what happens between the two of us is what is civilizedly referred to as quality time. (Just to rewind memories, her sister Kati when still very young used to sing us up in the early hours of the morning and insisted that we chorus her fabricated songs; and their elder brother Hlulani when a toddler used to jump up and down on the pillows and shouted “Wake up, wake up, you lazy two!”).

But Vun’we is more of a conversationist. The day before yesterday she woke up with the news: “Jacob Zuma was living on the pole in the street, now he’s here in our garage, but he’s also living on the pole in the other street”. This she was referring to the posters of ANC President Jacob Zuma that have been hanging on the poles for municipal elections. The Zuma in our garage is the one poster that I have personally taken possession of after May 18 elections.

To conclude the beautiful news, she tells me: “The other Zuma left on the pole is not really Jacob Zuma, and he is also uglier”. This referring to the poster of the ACDP candidate in our ward.

Till tomorrow, cheeeeeriooo!