Nobody knows for sure why the 'godfather' summoned us to the Zulu Headquarters in Mbuba, but since we got here last night, he's been laughing with no-one.

He is tense, very tense and has everyone walking on eggs.

Mqhele says when he gets like this he reminds him too much of his father. That can't be good.

He's been standing leaning on the wall in the lounge, silent and hard faced as we all walk in one-by-one to what we have now concluded is a family meeting we weren't briefed about.

Xolie, Oleta and I sit together squashed on a two seater couch. The guys are sitting on the big one opposite ours with Mqoqi and Mpande on dining room chairs they had to pull from the table because there was no space left to sit.

They all look fearful, they must know him better than we do. We all sit in silence.