“I bumped into Sibongile’s mom today at Dobsonville mall. Remember Sibongile?” My mom asks me, as we laze around our dimly lit lounge.

“Huh? Sibongile?” I asks, wagging my eyebrows. 

“Yes. You two played well together when you were kids, you were practically twins. We dressed you the same, in pink little ribbons. Her mom and me, had you guys only 6 days apart.” My mom tells me.

I shrug. “Don’t remember, ma” 

“Come on, Lwandle. You last saw her when you were 5 or 6. Surely you remember. Sibo, that’s what you used to call her. Remember that?” Mom continues.

“Nope.” I pop the “p”. Focused on my cellphone.

“Well, her mom invited me over her house, on Saturday. I think it’ll be a good idea for you to tag along, Sibongile will be there too.” She tells me.

“Ha ma! I don’t know her, mos” I put my cellphone aside, and look across her.

“You’ll remember once you see her, Lwandle. Plus, her mom agrees. She wants to see you too.” 

“But ma, what will we even talk about? I’m sure we have nothing in common. Besides, we played together when were like, 3? We’re 21 now, and I’m sure we are very different.” I reason with her.

“Saturday, 13hoo, Lwandle.” My mom stands up, and walks to her bedroom. I know for sure this conversation is over.

“Reunion!” My older sister laughs at me, as soon as mom is out of sight.

“Mxm!” I frown and walk to my bedroom.

I try, trust me, I try thinking back to when I was like really young. But all the memories I have, are from when I was in grade1, the rest of the memories seem fuzzy and dull. It’s even hard to remember the friend I first made, my first day at school in grade 8, so how the hell am I supposed to remember, a Sibongile from when we were 5? Five, ma!

“We were only 5, ma!” I shout, hoping she’ll hear me and answer.

I get no reply.

Mxm!