Sundays in Soweto are usually days of constraint. There’s a quiet yearning about them. A yearning for the past, both personal and political. Something captured wonderfully by the terms ukubluza and babalaas. The streets are calmer and are coated with those finishing off Saturday’s libations and others in their Sunday best, post-worship. For some, moshito o'tswela pele! After all, yurugu beckons on Monday morning at the plantation.