“Stop the bus, stop the bus!!!!!” said my mother when her maternal instincts kicked in as she spotted a familiar face passing the bus.
Siphesile’s face, when the entire Lower family piled out of the bus, was one I will remember for a very long time and her reaction will be imprinted on me for the rest of my life. The next day, she came to the care-point and wouldn’t let go of my hands and if she did, it was to throw an arm around my neck and my waist. Her uninhibited attitude towards me was a completely foreign concept, as Americans never let themselves be that vulnerable around strangers. She taught me her dances that she does with friends and she sang John Legend’s “All of Me” to me as she looked me in the eyes the whole time. Siphesile took my phone and took countless selfies of us and then went through and showed me the ones she wanted me to print for her. Needless to say, she has taught me to let my guard down and be silly with people I don’t know very well. She taught me to be sincere and proud of how you are. Most importantly she taught me to be firm in my faith and to keep those you love in your heart forever.
Siphesile now refers to me as her “sister” and she will always be a permanent member of the Lower crew.