Dikeledi

As I get out from the bus and I take a deep breath, I am tired and hungry and I have spent hours on that bus now finally glad to be able to stretch my legs and breath fresh air.

I am finally in Jozi the one place where dreams are made. I look around almost disappointed that it is not the same as shown on the television.I hold my luggage closer to me as I cross the street and stand where my sister Rachel instructed me to. I look at the watch for the millionth time and still hasn’t moved even though I feel like I have been standing here for ever.

I bounce from one foot to another, ignoring my grumbling stomach and count every person that is passing by.

My blood runs cold and my breath catches on my throat as 3 guys appear standing 50 feet away from me. I look around for any sign of Rachel as my heart races praying to that one God if there is anywhere, hoping this does not turn bad at my first day in Johannesburg.