Sawubona Gooday.

Agh Jubs, what can I say?
You were one in a million my friend.

With your salt and pepper hair and your deep reassuring voice. Your unfailing “Sawubona Gooday” greetings and your warm chuckle. Ever helpful and filled with knowledge; I came away from any conversation with you, the wiser and the better. Standing behind a counter all day, besides the fact a bus had left you limping and in pain for life. Yet even so, always that smile and that warmth and that wonderful sense of humour. I forget, was it thirteen languages you could speak? Something remarkable like that! Salesman of the year, how many years in a row? “Ah, well done, here’s another wall clock” say the pathetic white management. I always said you were the best salesman I ever met. But more than that, oh so much more, you were a friend to those who dealt with you. You made our days brighter and our jobs easier.

You were my friend, and for that I thank you.
With love, Tsotsi one.

In Loving memory. Jabulani Morewa