homosexual oneshots.
Most of the characters are Xhosa and all their names have meaning, also some lines are written in the language so feel free to ask for an interpretation.
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A young Xhosa guy sleeps with an Afrikaner in 1993 shortly before Hani's death.
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Simthembile Iyakha Bango
Simi stood in front of the mirror adjusting the oversized shirt to hide what was under. Hiding the tummy from his family wasn't that hard considering one of them was dead and the other was too busy to notice. He went to the kitchen to dish up the food he had cooked earlier living plenty for his mother to eat after work.
Just as he finished eating there was a knock on the front door. He got off the chair and went to check but there was no one there except for a mercedes car. He'd never seen this type of car in the neighborhood so that raised suspicion. He locked the burglar bars and closed the door as quickly as he could and ran back to close the back. After successfully locking he let out a sigh of relief.
"Iyakha."
He spun around with his heart trying to leave his body. He placed a hand on his tummy as he scanned the room for possible defence weapons. The chickens were coming home to roost. He was going to die at the hands of a Boer when the country was coming so close to emancipation. Mandela had been released and they were fighting to be enfranchised. He did this to himself though.
"You have something of mine and I want it back."
As soon as the man spoke his stomach turned but he ignored it.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He lied through his teeth maybe if he denies it hard enough it will be like it never happened. It took a month for him to finally forgive himself for what happened that night. But when he had finally made peace and pulled himself out of the shame spiral, his father passed away. He fell into a depressive state that people believed he was ill. Well he was sick with the vomiting and all but a different type of sickness. The past month when he finally dragged himself to the clinic, they told him he was in his third month. The lady that helps girls get rid of unwanted accidents said she couldn't do it, she wasn't used to working on boys nor could he afford her.
