My aunt takes funeral attendance very seriously and I get it, like you’re my friend but you couldn’t show up at my lowest, thuso’nyana? busa maoto at least, I’m not asking for much, your presence nje in any shape or form goes a long way soos bras, she writes you off immediately
Tshepang, if I invite you into my house, break bread with you and you do the same for me then death is the only thing that should stop me from supporting you during botlhoko ba gago, if it’s work I’ll put leave, if I’m travelling I’ll come back, you’re my family
And sometimes you need to be so comfortable in not seeing one another or chilling for months because life happens but when shit hits the fan you have to stop everything and support your friend, for me that’s what being a friend is about
As you grow, you realise the importance of showing up & not just for celebrations, but in the quiet heavy moments. When there’s nothing to gain, when it costs you time & comfort. That’s what love does. It carries the next person even when there is nothing to gain. That’s what community really is.