As the rain slowly tickled her face, whilst fusing with the tears that rolled down her tender cheeks, carefully landing on the concrete floor, Zinhle stood face to face with her long lost lover, who had just returned from The City of Gold after ten years. Zweli had left in search of his elder brother, Swazi, who had also gone to Johannesburg to pursue his dream of becoming a prominent lawyer after studying at the University of Johannesburg. “Watch this space little bro, he would say occasionally, your brother will be one of the world’s greatest lawyers soon enough. And then, you, I and mama will move to the Cape, the States or wherever the wind blows us! Where we will worry about nothing else except for having too much money ha! “. Thereafter he would then burst in laughter before collapsing onto the couch that once belonged to their well-respected father. Every night Zweli would stare at his at his drunken brother, cover him up in with a blanket and continue with whatever he had b...
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