Lucky Dube - Love Me -the Way I Am- -

She invited him in. He sat on a wooden stool, while she returned to her pot. The battery-powered radio crackled to life, and Lucky’s voice filled the small kitchen, rich and pleading:

They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Sipho watched her move—the sway of her hips, the way she tapped her foot to the bassline. Thandiwe glanced at him—the way his good hand rested on his knee, the way he closed his eyes when the chorus hit. Lucky Dube - Love Me -The Way I Am-

“Don’t try to change me… just love me the way I am.” She invited him in

She smiled, a real smile that reached her eyes. “That’s my favorite.” Lucky Dube - Love Me -The Way I Am-