Thandiwe
“Thandi,” Sbonga waves at me. I look down from the boulder that I am at and smile; he’s handsome and he’s my best friend yet I tell him everything but I can never tell him how my heart skips a beat whenever he’s around.
“Mind if I join you?” He asks so casually, I shake my head and see him climb the big rock and sits next to me. “I have been meaning to tell you,” he says after he has settled down. “My brother found me a job at the mine; after the December holidays I’ll be gone.”
We go quiet for a little while just listening to the buzzing of our little township. I sit back and sigh almost glad that at at least one of us will get to get out of this place.
I look around at all the mismatched shacks around us, the one place I have been around in all my life, with the possibility that I’ll never get out of here.