(Ouma’s younger sister, Miriam, is in town). Me: Guys, look over here for a picture! (Ouma tries on some gemstone decorated flip flops). Miriam: Oh! But those are too wonderful! Ouma: (turning to me) You’ve got a granny that doesn’t want to get old, eh? Me: You’ll never get old, Ouma. Ouma: I suppose I’ll just have to die young…