“It’s sorted” – the SMS from Bra Gugu suddenly made the nerves begin to kick in. The Lobola negotiations had only been going for two hours, was this a good sign? I, as is the custom with the Groom, wasn’t allowed to join in so had been sitting outside with my friend Mpho and his girlfriend Danny. I’d been warned that the Lobola talks could last all day so I was ready for a long wait.

(Mpho keeping me entertained as we wait for the outcome)
I’d put together a good team to negotiate my Lobola on behalf of the Parkinson family. They were all people I had worked with at the BBC and trusted. Bra Gugu is a fellow Cameraman, Bra Ezra is a freelance Producer and Bra Dan and Aus Connie both work in the Office. They represent a number of different South African tribes and brought with them a wealth of knowledge and experience.
(Bra Ezra - My Xhoza Connection)
After a short wait Bra Gugu appeared from the gate of the Malimabe house – “Do you have the bottle?” he asked. I popped the boot and took out the whiskey I’d been told to bring. An agreement had been reached and now the two teams would share the bottle. Gugu didn’t have time to expain but hurriedly told me that things had gone well and that he would call me after lunch when I might be allowed to come in. I was perturbed that I might miss lunch and began to wish I’d stolen more of Mpho’s chips when he’d been eating earlier on.
I needn’t have worried as five minutes later Kutlwano came out to greet me. She was wearing a flowery dress with a pink cardigan and a huge smile. Her head was covered by a heavily patterned red bandana or Tuku as they say in Sesotho – it’s considered a sign of respect for a lady to cover her head at these type of gatherings – she looked beautiful. I hugged her, “so can I call you my wife now?” Her smile broadened, “I guess so, Im not sure.”
(Kutlwano outside her home, just after the negotiations)
We went into her families home, it was crowded with all the Uncles and a smattering of the Malimabe ladies. I greeted them in Sotho: “Dumelang, Le kae?” The uncles and her Father were stony faced and I began to worry that something had gone wrong. I joined my negotiating team who sat on the couch opposite the Plasma TV, the sound of Norah Jones duetting with Willie Nelson filling the small space. Bra Dan poured me a shot of whiskey and quietly whispered the price they had agreed on. He explained it had been tough but in the end they had been able to bring the amount down a little. The final price was a little more than I had expected but I was still happy, Kutlwano is worth it.
Now that a price has been agreed and my team have left the first installment with the Malimabe family Kutlwano and I can finally feel that we have taken the first big step toward confirming our future together. I’m excited and glad that we have chosen to do things the African way, a way that I hope will convince her family that we are serious and respectful towards Africa and its traditions - Even if it does mean I don't have much money left for an engagement ring :-)