It's the ninja lucky enough to call himself my father. No, really. He is VERY lucky! Tricky relationship, especially since he always says I'm too stubborn for my own good. Funny how it is so rich coming from him. I guess being born two days apart basically means we have the same personality. Although I'm more awesome and stuff. Also, the best thing about him is how I can go to #CapeVidal all the time just nje coz I can. That's the coolest. Now i'm looking forward to our next fishing trip. Happy 55th Birthday Timer. #vscocam #lakesibaya #sodwanabay
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I was raised by my mother and her side of the family. He never played a part in my upbringing and it’s something that still bothers me.
Though I don’t bring it up often, but I do sometimes make sure he feels it whenever we are together.
He also questions why I do certain things, like tell him I love him. He says he finds it strange.
He never openly shows affection, nor says anything to my siblings and I that make us feel special. But we are adults and largely don’t mind. We are trying to make sure he tells our younger siblings that he loves them, that they are special and he will be there for them at every turn.
For the longest time I searched for something that would connect us and I kept coming up empty.
That is until I went to Kenya and came back with bags of coffee beans, and we finally found something that we can bond over: our love for coffee.
He’s not a sophisticated coffee drinker, but he will shell out money to buy the good stuff. I was surprised a few years ago when he gave me a package with three bags of coffee beans he got from his coffee club, for my birthday.
We can talk for hours about great coffee, which country in the continent has the best and why he refuses to buy certain brands.
I never thought that coffee would play such an important role in building a bond between my father and me, but it did. It really does take the small things to keep people connected.