Till Death do us part

I had no intentions with starting off with a morbid post.  I recently had an opportunity of going to a young Sensei's funeral out in Umlazi, South of Durban.  The particular lady, who was been giving a send off, had her coffin warmly covered in a blanket, a South African modern tradition and had her friends, in their karate kits, carry her coffin for a good 10 km, doing Karate and kick boxing chants.  The girls and boys were bare foot and furious at death whilst also celebrating their friends life.  I was personally moved by the amount of energy they all had.

I will be writing more on funerals and the process which the family of the deceased go through, in various black families in South Africa.  This particular girl was also a Sangoma in training, a huge and perhaps scary eye opener for me.  She had a group of three different people, besides the family taking charge. One group was the karate team, the other was a church group of zionists and the third team was sangoma's.  I fell in the family and friends category. 
PS. This blog is not about death, at all. I just have a series that I have been meaning to write about.  I otherwise will be writing about life and the joys and experiences of good girls!