The prison building came to view, I got out of the taxi and took a deep breath when the guard ushered me in.

I had to do this, I told myself. “You may wait here.” The guard said.

I looked at the visitation room, not many people were there which made me less nervous. The door opened not believing my eyes I saw Mpilo in his orange uniform looking at me.

I wanted to run and hold him real tight but I didn’t knowing that it was not allowed.

I smiled with tears streaming down my face “Hi.” I said in a squeaky voice. It felt awesome seeing him for the first time ever since he got arrested.

“You did it.” He said looking at my regalia. I nod not making any effort wiping my tears.

He came closer, I closed my eyes as I breathed in his scent. “Why are you here?” He asked as we both sat down.

“I wanted to see you.”

“I don’t want you to come here ever again.” He said.

My heart shattered into a million pieces as I looked at him, I never knew what to expect but it was never this.

“I want you to move on it is for the best.”

I shook my head “No, you don’t mean that.”

He sighed and sat back on the cold silver chair “I’m not the person I used to be, I buried him long time ago. Jail,” He said as he looked around “Has changed me, I don’t remember who I used to be and to be honest I had lost all the feelings I had before. I’m sorry.” He said as he got up and left, not once did he turn and looked at me, I almost laughing realising he did it just like Ayabonga.

I watched as he nodded to the guard as he opened the door him.

I sat there as I cried not caring if the people ten feet away from looked at me or not. I cried, hating how I felt at the day I was supposed to be at my happiest.