I am told Nonofo kindly took care of my brother and I. She bathed us, she cooked for us, she hand-washed our clothes and she cleaned the house and yard. I barely remember Nonofo, the Caretaker. However, I vividly remember Nonofo the Cashier. After my parents had opened the General Dealer, or shopo as we call it, Nonofo was reunited with us.
In 2009, couple of weeks following Papa’s burial I saw Nonofo at the Choppies Store: we hugged, we laughed and we reminisced. To make sure, I double checked whether she knew of my father’s passing. She had not heard. She was shocked. Couple of hours later, Nonofo was in the stitting room she knew very well, comforting Mama.
I miss Nonofo. I want to visit Nonofo. I want to meet Nonofo’s family.
Thank you Nonofo.
Mma Lentle, with Nonofo.
My uncle Rano, brother Nkgotla and Nonofo.
Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 