When it rains, it's speaks.......
It had been a few days since my encounter with that Zulu man, and I still couldn't stop thinking about him. I'd never felt this way before.
Eyy, ga ke itse le gore ke ikutlwa jang — this was all new to me.
She sighed, pushing herself up from the chair. "Arggh," she muttered under her breath. "Anyway, my brother is coming to fetch me. It's his last day in Durban; he returns home to Botswana later today."
After endless study sessions since the last time I saw him — when we had lunch — I knew I needed a break. I planned to revise over the weekend instead.
From the bathroom, Nomhle's voice echoed.
Nomhle: "Mng'o, I hope you're getting ready, 'cause you know your brother ne skhathi! Eyy bandla, lapho ngikhatheleni."
