One Side

Chapter Two

"I don't see any sign of them,"

Penda scanning around the kasi, he looks at me with an unclear expression, he probably coming into terms with the fact that he is also in deep shit with us, he will have to lay low for a while, the best advice I can't give him rightnow if even though I am dying to is, to get out of town and go to the north, repaint his car and put new rims, because these psychopaths will not stop until they find us, and I am beginning to regret the bold move I made, now they know I know them and what they do, and how connected and shadowy they are, it will not be long before they know who I am and end me.

"I am taking my car to my uncle's place in Rocky."

He turns to the girl,

"Where can I drop you, sister?" he adds.

She doesn't respond. She looks at me.

"She left her car at the mall," I respond, rubbing my face with my left hand. A flood of regrets starts to flow in.

So this girl parked her car at the taxi rank because it got crowded. She knows her life is in danger!

"Mei bruru, I'm not going back there," Penda adds, looking at me with a sharp harshness in his tone.

"I am not going there," she responds, her first response. Yoh! Her voice. I know it's silly of me to admire this girl while we are in this deep crisis. But her voice, she has a voice that is so clear, like that small wind that comes early in the morning the night after it has rained.

"How about your place?" I ask while looking at her eyes. Did I mention anything about her eyes? There is something about her eyes. Eyes like this need to be shielded from the sun's UV rays. There is just something about her eyes, man.

She shakes her head.

"What?" I ask. She is getting me confused right now.

"He will still find me there,"

Who? Obviously not the assassins, she saw them that there were two.

"Ok! Let's go to my ghetto for now. It's just after this one." It's about time I start stopping acting on my impulses.

She nods,

Penda faces in front, he looks at me through the rear mirror and gives me that look that I just did something stupid, and I know it.

His look just add another three layers of fear on me.

We get out of the car, Penda packed his car at the ghetto next to mine, after we lost those assassins, we got lucky at the robots I don't even of which location because my mind was focused on which way em I going to die that time, was it in going to be in a car accident driven by a freaked out kwaito or those assassins were eventually going to catch us and kill us in board day light, either way I was not ready to die. I have so many plans, dreams, and Johanna. The girl from the coast that planned to come visit me on sunday this weekend, all that could have been missed? I think I even prayed to God that if I survived, I would be a Jehovar witness or something, a servant of God.

This ghetto is bigger than mine. It's for one strange family. They live in four of them: the woman, her husband, and two girls. The husband doesn't really stay here much, and, eish, there is a hot chick that is dying to get my meat. I have noticed how she looks at me and the weird texts she sends me, but I don't eat where I shit, and she is a high school kid.

I have been feeling pity for them these past 2 weeks. My radio fuse got burnt, and now, every time I bring in a girl, they hear the whole scene. I hate how ghettos don't have soundproofing. Last week Friday, I brought in this girl, apparently studying nursing at Uman. She was so loud and had tricks. I have never thought girls from the north can do miracles; I have always underestimated them. The ones I fear the most are the ones from the coast. I don't know where those huns get all the tricks, energy, and talent; those ones will suck out your common sense without you realizing it, which is why I don't blame my brothers for spending huge amounts of cash on them. Their senses are sucked out.