Silver Beema

Chapter 9

We arrive at her holiday home and as she walked down the driveway she could sense all the troubled souls the warhorse was harboring. "What did you do now!?" she asked before inviting us in. They all look to me to explain and we argue with our facial expressions. I eventually conceded to the facial equivalent of "this was your idea bro" from Nino.

It could easily be mistaken for a "what the fuck" or "really" expression but we knew each other well enough to know what the other was thinking.

I proceed to explain our troubled situation to the earth Mother in a manner that most would find confusing, hell even I couldn't keep up with my train of thought so I ended every breath long explanation with a "if that makes any sense".

King Drizzles, being a veteran in the Wendy Williams meets Sigmund Freud type advisory game, listened attentively while rolling what seemed to be the grandfather of all joints as we ended up in the lounge area turned smoker's corner.

"So" I say with a confused look on my face. "What?" She replies. "Aren't you gonna drop some knowledge on us?" I mutter, trying to be careful not to offend the person with the power to make us sleep in shifts at the McDonald's down the road.

With a smile on her face she hands me the Abraham equivalent of a joint and tells me to light it. I look at her like a puppy being told to sit by cat buglers. A look she expected as she blessed me with a smile that was the equivalent of a hug and the phrase 'it's going to be OK'. "Trust me" she said. I had learned not to argue with Mother so I did what uncle snoop taught me. Puff, puff, pass.

The thing about being in Ballito is that you can always hear the beach water hitting away at the shore. I'm zoning out. There's a cruise ship out on the water and I'm day dreaming myself onto it, a mental flick of sorts is playing out in my head, but gets interrupted before I can find common ground with the main character.

"We gonna go chill by the beach bruh you coming?" asked Slev. Audrey responded for me with a "Serg is keeping me company, we'll catch up later" and handed me one of two cups of tea almost as if she had known that the gents were about to exit the scene.

"You're still troubled homie wassup" she asked and then looked through the glass walls at the cruise ship I spotted earlier. She passes the blunt to me almost as if it were a mic, then picks up her tea. "I ran away from my problems. I run away from my problems, I can't face shit... And I'm hurting people in the process. I'm just... *sighs*"

Silence enters the conversation, but it wasn't the kind of silence I'd grown so used to over the past week„ it felt more like time taken out to marinate in my thoughts. "I don't think you running away as much as running towards. Serg, I could feel your presence from the moment you drove up the driveway, it was searching, you are searching... You came here for a reason"