Lungisa lived in a village called esiKhaleni or Place of Noise.
Some people also called it Hole-in-the-Wall.
“Why is there a hole in the wall?” Lungisa asked his mother.
“Because one of the sea-people used a giant fish head to break through the wall so that he could get to the woman he loved.”
“Interesting,” said Lungisa.
“Why is there a hole in the wall?” Lungisa asked his teacher.
“Because waves crashed against the rock for millions of years, and made a hole in the sandstone,” said his teacher.
“Interesting,” said Lungisa.
“Why is there a hole in the wall?” Lungisa asked his granny.
“So that our ancestors will have a gateway to us.”
“Interesting,” said Lungisa.
“Why is there a hole in the wall?” Lungisa asked his auntie.
“It is a window to God.”
“Interesting,” said Lungisa.
“Why is there a hole in the wall?” Lungisa asked his friend.
“Because a ship crashed into the wall.”
“Interesting,” said Lungisa.
“Why is there a hole in the wall?” Lungisa asked his little sister.
“So that my brother will keep on asking questions,” she said.
And Lungisa laughed.
But he kept on asking.
