Zodwa: My Greatest First Love

In 2013, when I went to Eshowe to bury a half-sister who had died of Aids, I enquired about the whereabouts of Zodwa*. Sadly, I was told to look into the majestic mountains of Mpehlela – “lower your eyes and spot a white tombstone – that’s Zodwa*’s grave.” Apparently she had died a few years after our last chance encounter.