3.
Before Aphiwe knew it she was surrounded, her on her mother's lap, Chuma on her shoulders.
"I'm scared," Liyema said, blasting out words yet to solidify in Aphiwe's mind. "I wish, Lesanda was here, she needs to see this."
The Prime coughed awkwardly.
"Yema. Maybe, be a little discerning."
"Sorry marm."
"It's fine, shall we begin?" The Prime asked.
And so, it began, Liyema recited the day.
The morning began with mother making a 'heavy breakfast', extra bacon, along with honied bacon, extra cheese, tea in a 'grownup mug' and then Lesanda showed up, there was to be a practise for the next Archers game before the next Archers practise, which would be with the rest of the girls before finally fire walking with the girls and boys from the chain makers.
"And what does this matter?" Thato asked.
The Matriarch sat up; fingers locked.
"Every detail matters. Upon looking at the Jokai lair. Theories have grown that the hunting patterns may be deeper than what were actually thought, for all we know your daughter and her friend have been stalked for a week. And yet, there appears to be divergence in the routine. The Jokai may have been passing through. Which would explain why there were multiple."
"You're getting ahead of the tale," Liyema said.
Both women shut up.
Liyema winked. Despite her lips missing, she could be loud. A weak smile escaped Aphiwe. There were still so many questions.
How scary was the Matriarch? How scary was Liyema? But most important, how scary was her mother and why were people so drawn in? Why did she matter so much?
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The Open Book
FantasiThe Biography of a Biography. Aphiwe is sick and stuck in bed having just fought for her life. All she got out of it was a stupid book. But the book says: "Do not read this if being alive is the most important thing to you. If greatness is the more...
