
The book used to live in one person's bag
Sikhwama exists because of a grocery stokvel in Katlehong that ran for nine years out of a hardcover notebook. Twenty-two women, R350 a month each, and one book that went home in Mama Dlamini's bag every second Sunday. Nobody doubted her for a minute. But when she went to Ladysmith for a funeral in March, not one person in that group could tell you what was in the account. So we built the book again, on a phone. The treasurer still runs the group — she still records who paid and who is short, and she still holds the room. The only difference is that the other twenty-one can open the same page on a Tuesday night without phoning her.



