Thabo knows he is back home when he sees the familiarity of the place. There is water everywhere; it flooded whatever property they thought they had. There are about 20 people trying to scramble for dry cardboard boxes, or just to gather the wet ones so they can dry them up tomorrow morning when the sun comes up. Because they believe that tomorrow the sun will rise yet again.

There will be light after this darkness and high tides from the moon. That’s what they see. That’s how they feel, but Thabo doesn’t feel the same.

He spots a bunch of boys smoking, puff and pass. They look like they are happy and don’t care about what happens now, tomorrow or any other day for that matter. Thabo moves closer to them.

“Skaif out’yam?” he asks.

One of the guys reaches out to him and offers the zol they all share in the circle. He puffs and coughs white smoke, his first time. He puffs once more and doesn’t cough. He puffs the third time.

The zol circles round and round, but Thabo still feels no better than when he arrived. He can still feel the sadness he was trying to escape. The zol is not strong enough for him, he needs more. A few gents leave so less and less people form the circle. Faster and faster, the zol moves round. More and more, he smokes his lungs out until he can’t feel anything at all.

No worries. No pain. No depression. Nothing.

This is how he wants to feel for the rest of his life. He is flying up about the skies which tried to kill his hope with storms and floods of water. He is floating on Noah’s Ark with a bunch of chosen creatures, safe from the mass floods.

He is high, perhaps too high. He is so high that he is at the gates of heaven where angels welcome him with open hands. He is home. The true home where there are no worries. The true home where there is no pain. He is home now. The true home that would never have storms raining down on him.

From here, he will look down on Earth every time there’s a storm. Not only will he see all the homeless people, he will also see all those who do not value their shelter, and all those who set dogs on other homeless boys like him.

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