My mother was very fond of these cows, and there was one with a white face that would follow her about.
She carried my little sister Baleka riding on her hip; Baleka was a baby then.

We walked till we met the lads driving in the cows.

My mother called the white-faced cow and gave it mealie leaves which she had brought with her.

Then the boys went on with the cattle, but the white-faced cow stopped by my mother.

She said that she would bring it to the kraal when she came home.