Zekhethelo Speaks

“Its raining. Where’s this friend of yours?” I ask my friend, Zanele.

“She’s here. Let’s cross the street. That’s her.” She points to a girl, walking under an umbrella with a boy.

“Thats her?” I ask her.

“Yes, why?” 

“Nothing.” I shrug and we cross over.

The boy the girl was walking with, rushes out of the umbrella, crossing the street.

We get to the girl. She’s wearing her school uniform. We exchange greetings and names. We walk, straight to Zanele’s house. The rain intensifies, forcing us all under the umbrella Keneilwe has. It’s a bit awkward. Being so close to a stranger like this.

The rain stops after a few minutes. She closes the umbrella and we walk silently.

“Ntwana! You can’t have them both, give me one?” Some boy I know shouts at me.

I laugh. “I’m sorry, can’t. I’m practicing polygamy.” I joke back.

He laughs and smacks his hands together, “You’re boss.” He bows and walks off.

We are left laughing. Then we make small talks.

I haven’t got a chance to look at the girl properly, Keneilwe I mean. She’s a dark skinned girl, with brown eyes that slant upwards, giving her a Chinese look. She has full brown lips, that are the perfect Bratz shape. She has a peculiar figure, and brackets. She walks so gracefully, like she’s calculating her next step. She’s slender and petite, probably a size 28. She has a neat German cut, I honestly think long hair would suit her well.

Funny how I didn’t get any thoughts about her.