The Freedom Fighter

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Ululutho Athandwa Nkosi

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Ululutho Athandwa Nkosi

Ntsika Silwele Nkululeko Myalo

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Ntsika Silwele Nkululeko Myalo

A young man is fighting for his love with a man who's fighting for freedom in 1980s South Africa.

Athandwa's POV

Athandwa felt a moment of comfort as he put on his boyfriend's navy hoodie. It felt like Ntsika was there giving him a hug promising to protect him. He finished off his attire by wearing training shoes. He left a note to his mother telling him he was safe and that he would sleep out. His mother would kill him but he had to. He was about to leave the safety of his home and the protection of his parents to go out to a particular township, ekasi as it's dwellers call it.

The townships were burning, literally. People of colour were fighting the government. They had adopted the armed struggle and South Africa was facing the threat of a civil war. Black South Africans were angry they had been stripped of their leader either through imprisonment, being exiled or the government murdering them.  The youth were out for blood, they were getting their freedom with fire and stone. They were killing everyone who was against their cause. That's why they were so intimidating to the government, they did not fear death. Unfortunately for Athandwa he was in love with one those suicidal fools.

Once he reached the township he made sure to keep his head down his father was well known and he didn't want to draw attention. He took the path that passed by the Spaza shop. Just as he thought there was his boyfriend standing with a group of their peers whispering around in kasi-taal. Ntsika was good with the language but as a result of growing up in the suburbs he barely understood a thing. Fortunately so did the police, without a snitch to translate they were lost. He stood across the street from them and raised his head.

The person who saw him first was Asiphe, aka Ace a friend of Ntsika's. He gently nudged him and pointed towards Athandwa. Ntsika waisted a second so that the rest of the group wouldn't catch on before he turned around. He saw the boy he loved walking down the street towards his house. He blushed remembering the sight of him wearing his hoodie. He quickly fixes his face when he hears a snicker from Ace. The rest of the group look at Ace like he's crazy. They were discussing a matter of life and death and this idiot was laughing.

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