I woke up, expecting to be lying next to the damsel I met last night in the club. She introduced herself to me as Nomakhwezi. We talked, we laughed, we danced. She invited me to her place and I obliged. We passionately made out in her bed.

I was expecting to be lying next to her.

Instead, I found myself alone and naked, on a solid slab of stone. I look up. A chilling scream escapes from my mouth as I realise that I’ve been laying asleep on a tombstone, but that’s not why I was screaming. What made me scream was the inscription on the tombstone.

“Here lies Nomakhwezi”.