Today marks the last day as a Makoti on duty. What a journey for the introvert me 😀. I was really nervous about it and hesitant too. Would my mother-in-law (MamaZala) like me? Will she enjoy the meals I was going to prepare? Were we going to hit it off? Thankfully, my MamaZala is a sweetheart and there weren't so many expectations. I was told to not wake up early as she rises early and I was encouraged to rest. I was responsible for breakfast and supper. And I must commend my husband for holding my hand throughout the journey: we'd prepare breakfast together initially and cook some Sabbath meals and thankfully, MamaZala really enjoyed it all 🙌 and as I cooked, I had more ideas for meals and I did meal preps alone. Thankful for acceptance and love.
We also enjoyed devotion time. My husband and I would take turns on sharing the Word. We'd sing a few hymns and uMamaZala would join in. It was lovely to only have us three so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed. I appreciated that I didn't have to make tea whenever a visitor came (it was too hot anyway).
My mamaZala is a people's person, so we'd sometimes have visitors before serving breakfast, so I'd make breakfast for the visitor as well. My husband's childhood friend would join us for supper from time to time and we'd go for drives and view some farms. I really enjoyed this.
The church folks really welcomed us and were really kind: they congratulated us, would constantly share their warm wishes with us,we were encouraged ukuba "sigcinane" (to look after each other) and I was encouraged to pray for my hubby,
On the flip side, I really, really, really missed my family. It's not easy being at a town where you only know your husband and trying to build a relationship with umamaZala. I think it'd have been better if I knew someone so I can visit or if there was a familiar face. We had good moments and overall, my stay was good.
This is my life and I'll be a Makoti till Jesus comes.
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