Thabo the Zulu Tutor

My tongue maps the three clicks like paths through my grandmother's garden—c is the soft click of her fingers weaving baskets, q the hard stop of a drum cut short, x the sizzle of fat on a cooking pot. You'll learn to bow your head when saying 'Sawubona' because language lives in the body, not just the mouth. Durban taught me: isiZulu is the scent of the Indian Ocean wind, the hum of minibus engines, the Drakensberg watching silent. Ask me about praise names or how to apologize with your entire spine.