I waited, and waited and waited for Banele! A girl I attended the Reed dance with, came out.
“Hey, Asiphe. Is Banele inside?” I asked her.
Asiphe glanced at me, “Hey girl. No. Banele was the first to leave when the bell rang.” She said.
I felt torn, he had tricked me. He wanted to walk Busi home, or he wanted to take Busi home, and I was getting in his way. I nodded and walked away, tears threatening to spill.
I walked faster than usual, as I kept wiping my tears. I walked to Banele’s home and rounded to his backroom. The reggae music was loud, and I gently pushed the door open, just to peek inside.
What I saw inside, damaged my heart. Banele, ontop of Busi, as Busi cried like a chicken being slaughtered, that’s why the music was so loud. I gently closed the door and walked home,crying. I didn’t care who saw me.
**
My little brother woke me up around half past 6, telling me that a boy was asking for me outside.
I walked out, I looked bad and I had sleep lines on my face, but I didn’t care. Banele had hurt me.
When I stepped out, I saw Banele leaning by the street pole. He was smoking a joint. He was wearing a black denim short and a black vest, his black navigare hat was turned upside down.
I reached him, my arms crossed against my chest. He smiled again, his smile suddenly made me angry. Did he smile at Busi that same way.
“Sorry. I had to rush home, my mom called me. She needed my help.” He lied, as soon so he hugged me.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“To see you.” He smiled and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’ve seen me, you can leave.” I turned.
He grabbed my hand, “Woah! What’s up, babe?” He asked.
“Nothing.” I shook my hand, until he let me go. I ran to my house and went straight to bed, then cried myself back to sleep.