I have never been a reader of local content, which is embarrassing I know, but whatever, I said it. I would be lying if I said I jumped to it with eagerness. A couple of months ago, she introduced me to a local read by a chubby, young local journalist and author by night, Miss Dudu Busani Dube titled “Hlomu The Wife”. As much as I enjoy partying the night away with my free-spirited sibling, I enjoy sipping wine, discussing the mutual love of literature with my oldest sister. I have always considered myself blessed for having a piece of their personalities within me. My sisters are my life line they make me laugh, cry and everything in between. I don’t even judge the women that are into blessers, even though I personally wouldn’t go that far). This is a very bold statement considering the fact that my love and constant pursuit for money is always the first and the last thing on my mind every night (Yep.
Everyone that knows me knows that I consider my sisters the best thing to ever happen to me, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything! Even a million dollars cash. While the oldest is firm, a perfectionist and loyal follower of all things involving history (she could give you a blow-by-blow account of the Royal family in one breath), the arts and old school RnB music, the other is a free-spirited 18year-old at heart, who loves everything that involves a lot of people, a lot of eating, a lot of drinking, basically a lot of everything! I’ve made the substantiated conclusion that in her previous life she was either a groupie or a hippie (your choice sis).īut I love them to bits. I have 2 sisters, both older than me and both very different from each other.
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