There were two huts, one for each family to nestle inside. The cow’s meat went into a cooking pot and its bile duct was placed in a bowl and passed into the hut of the groom. He emerged, ran with it to her hut and tossed it in. She emerged, ran and returned the bile duct with a heave-ho. SiSwati banter and laughter rippled the air. The two families gathered to watch the groom slide a calamari-like slice of bile duct onto his father-in-law’s wrist. And with that, the bride price was accepted and the families were united as one. (100)
Cool and bizarre...perhaps cheaper than the rituals of Americans...the significance derived from?
“A horse, a horse, a kingdom for a cow's bile duct!"
"Try again Richard, let's hope third time lucky" came the disarmingly softening voice of the Gentle Promptress.
"Brill Rebecca, simply brill.”
At one end of a see-saw I found Lobola 1. At the other end of same see-saw I now find Lobola 2. Lobola 1 & 2 are but part of your building sequence of 100w of tales extruded from today's Eswatini as was formerly the area labelled onto reference maps as Swaziland.
And for me straddling the see-sawing middle lying, undiscovered close by my liege-lord Richard, what now?