“Friend, aren’t you coming to the camp? Why aren’t you ready?” Zanele asked me, as she dragged her huge bag into my house. “I came here to fetch you.”

It was four weeks after I lost my virginity.

“I’m not feeling good.” I lied. “Period pains”

I was lying, instead, I was worried about my period. I should’ve gotten it last week. It was late, and I am hardly late.

“Shame friend. Let’s go, MaSibiya will give you herbs.” She encouraged me.

“I can’t friend.” I clutched a hand to my stomach.

Zanele finally gave up and pranced out, leaving me feeling sorry for me. 

**

Banele sat on the crate, a black label beer bottle on his side, as he sang loudly to a Bob Marley song. His left hand was clutched to his heart, as he felt the song. 

I couldn’t hear a single word of Reggae songs, but Banele seemed to understand every lyric. 

He was wearing blue boxers, and a white vest, and his dreadlocks were loose, covering his eyes.

“Babe” He said, as he spotted me.

“We need to talk.” I stated