My uncle Mzolo is a descendant of the people of my village. Together with my aunt Bettie, he has agreed to provide a home for me. Like the other uncles who have looked after me from generation to generation, he knows where i come from.
He is sworn to secrecy.
I am safe with them on their farm. Safer than in his car, because he sometimes drives like a hoodlum. Looking after a 'magical' boy like me has perhaps inspired him with a sense of adventure that he finds difficult to control.
It also fills both of them with a strong sense of tradition.