A local brother picked us up, and after a hearty breakfast with him, his wife, and his son, we walked through the snow and witnessed from house to house.
Wahashu wa tshinnani o no dzula nga henefho, o ḓa a ri dzhia, nahone nga murahu ha u ḽa zwiḽiwa zwavhuḓi zwa nga matsheloni nae, mufumakadzi na murwa wawe vho tshimbila na riṋe kha mahaḓa nahone ra ṱanziela nnḓu nga nnḓu.