A work colleague of mine recently had an event to mark the end of the formal three-month mourning period following his mother’s death. We started with a little church service in the house, where the priest sprinkled water around (I think it was holy water):
Then, the compulsory eating:
At social functions, men and women generally sit separately:
This is my friend and colleague Muzi, son of the deceased. He was in a good mood because the party was at his house, and because he was prohibited from making love during the mourning period for his mother. A restriction that is now, of course, lifted. Ladies?
And this is my other friend and colleague Thami, a righteous dude: