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A bottle of Sprite. Custard with caramel.” Luckily my tastes hadn’t matured much since the<br />
age of thirteen, so I tucked right in.<br />
While I was eating he got up and went and picked up this book, an oversized photo<br />
album, and brought it back to the table. “I’ve been following you,” he said, and he opened it<br />
up. It was a scrapbook of everything I had ever done, every time my name was mentioned in a<br />
newspaper, everything from magazine covers to the tiniest club listings, from the beginning<br />
of my career all the way through to that week. He was smiling so big as he took me through<br />
it, looking at the headlines. “Trevor Noah Appearing This Saturday at the Blues Room.”<br />
“Trevor Noah Hosting New TV Show.”<br />
I felt a flood of emotions rushing through me. It was everything I could do not to start<br />
crying. It felt like this ten-year gap in my life closed right up in an instant, like only a day had<br />
passed since I’d last seen him. For years I’d had so many questions. Is he thinking about me?<br />
Does he know what I’m doing? Is he proud of me? But he’d been with me the whole time.<br />
He’d always been proud of me. Circumstance had pulled us apart, but he was never not my<br />
father.<br />
I walked out of his house that day an inch taller. Seeing him had reaffirmed his choosing<br />
of me. He chose to have me in his life. He chose to answer my letter. I was wanted. Being<br />
chosen is the greatest gift you can give to another human being.<br />
Once we reconnected, I was overcome by this drive to make up for all the years we’d<br />
missed. I decided the best way to do it was to interview him. I realized very quickly that that<br />
was a mistake. Interviews will give you facts and information, but facts and information<br />
weren’t really what I was after. What I wanted was a relationship, and an interview is not a<br />
relationship. Relationships are built in the silences. You spend time with people, you observe<br />
them and interact with them, and you come to know them—and that is what apartheid stole<br />
from us: time. You can’t make up for that with an interview, but I had to figure that out for<br />
myself.<br />
I went down to spend a few days with my father, and I made it my mission: This<br />
weekend I will get to know my father. As soon as I arrived I started peppering him with<br />
questions. “Where are you from? Where did you go to school? Why did you do this? How did<br />
you do that?” He started getting visibly irritated.<br />
“What is this?” he said. “Why are you interrogating me? What’s going on here?”<br />
“I want to get to know you.”<br />
“Is this how you normally get to know people, by interrogating them?”<br />
“Well…not really.”<br />
“So how do you get to know people?”<br />
“I dunno. By spending time with them, I guess.”<br />
“Okay. So spend time with me. See what you find out.”<br />
So we spent the weekend together. We had dinner and talked about politics. We watched<br />
F1 racing and talked about sports. We sat quietly in his backyard and listened to old Elvis<br />
Presley records. The whole time he said not one word about himself. Then, as I was packing<br />
up to leave, he walked over to me and sat down.<br />
“So,” he said, “in the time we’ve spent together, what would you say you’ve learned about<br />
your dad?”