once upon a time, there was an old woman who sold the best soup at the village market. it was delicious, hot chicken soup. nobody in the village knew the old woman’s name. nobody knew where she lived. and nobody knew why her soup was so tasty nor why it was so hot. they did not even think about these things. they just bought the soup and ate it. each morning, the old woman would come to the market. she always carried the big black pot filled with chicken soup on her head and then sat down with it under a tree in the shade. before long, she would have sold all the soup. then she would carefully fold her money in a cloth, put it in her pocket, put the empty pot back on her head and leave. Hlanganisa i-powder ephumayo ne-petroleum jelly bese ubeka esitsheni sengilazi. Gcina esiqandisini emnyango. Gcoba noma yiziphi izilonda zesikhumba kushukela kuze kuphole ngokuphelele.