When Zenande identifies the body, it indeed turns out to belong to her husband. At the time, Bulose’s two remaining friends were been served with twenty five years imprisonment with no chance of parole.

At the funeral, Zenande watches on as the coffin sinks into the ground, and the hums of the women sound like a sweet healing melody to her heart. She is dressed in all black, when she says goodbye to the love of her life. She always knew that Bulose was going to die young because of the life he lived, but she did not expect him to die so soon.

“You live by the gun, you die by the gun”.

Indeed, the saying is true. Bulose lived by the gun, and his death came by it. He had seven gunshot wounds, three were on the chest, and four on the stomach. How could he have ever survived that? Indeed, the police were shooting to kill at the time.

The one friend who managed to get away is still being hunted by the police, but it seems like the police are like a dog chasing its own tail. It seems like the man disappeared off the face of the earth. Zenande wishes that man could have been Bulose. She would have lived better if he was not dead, because it is better for him to get away and live his life on the run. Or it would have been better if he were arrested.

While Zenande is thinking, she is disturbed from her thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. “This too shall pass,” the pastor says as the service comes to an end.

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Luckily, none of Bulose’s family members tried contesting the will when it was read. They all took what was said and accepted it. After everything, Zenande looks at the picture of her and Bulose’s wedding,

“Loving me is a risk,” Bulose had said to her the first day they met, and she knew that for sure now. She had taken a risk loving and marrying him, but that risk earned her two years of happiness, five months of marriage filled with bliss and love, and a very handsome son.

“Thank you, Bulose Hlophe.” Zenande says, kissing her late husband’s picture. She then smiles sadly, and her son moves in her arms. As she looks down at him, she is grateful for the life she and Bulose brought into the world together.

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