The best gifts are usually the ones that don't come in packages. After a long, and somewhat frustrating week, I sat down with friends to watch a movie for the evening when I was interrupted by the ringing of my cellphone. I didn't recognize the number and was surprised when I answered it to find, on the other end, one of my 9 year old students. Nobody calls anybody in Masiphumelele. Airtime is expensive, and the preferred method of communication is texting, so immediately my mind went to "something is terribly wrong in Masi" or "Linda's in real trouble". I couldn't think of any other reason why a 4th grader would be calling me at 8:00 on a Sunday night, or for that matter, how she would have gotten access to a phone or my cell number. (The answer to the last question as it turned out, was that she had picked up one of my business cards from my desk and pocketed it.) Anyway, once I was assured that Masi was not on fire and that she was okay, I said "Lindiswa - why ARE you calling?". And with the utmost sincerity she responded "Janjan, I wanted to sing you a goodnight song!"
And so she did - a sweet, sweet lullaby that pretty much made my week. And my month. And quite possibly my whole year. So here it is - the gift of a lullaby.
And so she did - a sweet, sweet lullaby that pretty much made my week. And my month. And quite possibly my whole year. So here it is - the gift of a lullaby.