I’m Zinhle Mbedu, 22 years of age, and this is my story of the other side.

I woke up in the morning and did my usual morning routine. I looked outside the window, it was stormy and windy. I didn’t think that I’d be able to drive to work, but I had a lot of unfinished work.

As I walked downstairs I heard noises. “Zinhle Zinhle Zinhle Zinhle,” people were calling left and right, but I couldn’t see them. I was scared because the last time I checked I lived alone and my little sister was visiting our mom. The main door opened and all I could see was light shining brightly. Without any force I found myself going towards the door following the voices, then boom, lights out.

“Where am I?” I asked out loud.

The place looked beautiful, there were sunflowers everywhere. I picked myself up and as I stood up everything looked the same. There were no houses, roads or people. It was just me and the flowers.

As I tried walking, the ground started shaking. Stones dropped from the sky, but not where I was standing; weird right. The ground started breaking and I started screaming. It started to rain this time.

“Sister, Zinhle, sister, Zinhle,” someone called.

I was now blank, totally blind. Again the rain made me wet. I closed my eyes then opened them again. I saw my sister jumping on my bed carrying a jug of water and there were sweets everywhere on my bed. I started laughing; the stones were sweets and the rain was the water. The ‘voices’ were my sister calling me.

I was dreaming.


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