Londisizwe looked out the window it was a cold winter Monday, and on day’s like this it was hard to get out of the door, but knowing that his father was in bed and unable to walk since he sprained his leg or that’s what he hoped, a doctor would come and see him and will be able to diagnose him but he hoped that it was just a sprained leg. He quickly finished up the hot soft porridge that his mother had made and walked out the door.

He held on tight on his jacket that has seen better days but was glad to have it after all his mother taught him to always be greatful.

He put his arms under his armpits wishing that he had taken his woolly hat before he ran out of the door.

He went to the shop were they made swords, his father prided himself in his work, he was one of the best swordsman in the whole kingfom as far as Londisizwe was concerned.

He took out his jacket as soon as he walked inside, the place was warm enough to cast out any coldness.

He took one of the unfinished swords that he had been making and started shaping it the way that he wanted.

He was never good like his father but he was getting there.

He always told him, a man has to work hard and never be lazy and that’s what he did.