In Madiba View, news traveled faster than taxis in a hurry and slower than promises from politicians. But when Auntie Noluthando heard news, it did not travel. It exploded.
Auntie Noluthando lived in a small blue house near the dusty football field, the kind of house that always smelled of spices, paraffin, and other people’s secrets. She was the official announcer of everything important in the township, even things that were not important and things that were not true.
