The weekend air was warm, carrying the smoky aroma of coals and sizzling meat from the small backyard braai. Sphesihle, Lumiphakade, and Sfundo had driven out to their parents' home, a familiar sanctuary of laughter, teasing, and old stories.
Masibisi, their mother, was bustling around the kitchen, ensuring everything was perfect, while Gcaba o Mkhulu, their father, reclined comfortably in his favorite chair, watching the boys and occasionally chuckling at their antics.
Sphesihle leaned against the railing, glancing at his brothers as they greeted their parents. "Feels good to be home," he said softly.
Lumiphakade smirked. "Yeah, until someone reminds you how many responsibilities you have waiting for you."
Sfundo laughed, ruffling his youngest daughter Sthelo's hair as she tugged at his sleeve. "Baba Ngicela amathoyisi? For me and my friends?"
