Zekhethelo Speaks.
“Did you see how she looked at you?” Zanele asks me.
“Don’t be silly.” I laugh
“She wants you”
“She wouldn’t want me. Besides, she won’t stand for my girls. She’s just like Promise. Trust me, I don’t need another Promise.” I frown
“You like her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on.” She insists.
“I don’t. I have Promise already, and she’s a problem.”
“Okay.” She shrugs.
We stand by the corner. I glance at my watch. It’s 17:54.
“Bye then.” I hug her.
“Sharp, friend.” She turns back.