Sotho Hymn 63 -

“I will go home now,” he said. “The wind is kind tonight.”

The priest blinked. “Left your head?” sotho hymn 63

Inside, sixty-year-old Ntate Mofokeng knelt before the altar. He wasn’t praying. He was waiting. “I will go home now,” he said

Mofokeng looked at the baby. The child’s lips were dry, his breathing a shallow flutter. The old man knew he had no power to heal. He was not a pastor or a sangoma. He was just a bricklayer who remembered songs. But his hands reached out anyway. “I will go home now