A small stone homestead in Mbabane’s highveld holds the quiet of a crisp winter night, the only light a guttering candle that paints golden halos on the woven blankets wrapped around you as you sink into cushions to unwind after a long day. The soft, warm crackle of the campfire’s low bass drifts up from the hearth below, grounding you against the cold that seeps through the window frames. Faint, gentle whispers of elder siSwati stories and soft lullabies weave through the air, the muffled tones