Zoey and Zolani

Prologue: Freedom is a dream

Prologue: Freedom is a dream🌻

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Zoey
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Lecturing us on Johannesburg's hilltop was what my father was known for. He'd pull us out of the house when our arguments with each other would get too heated.

Zolani, my twin brother and I would be forced to sit in the back seat of his yellow rundown Jeep that was older than we'd been alive for,which was ten years at the time.

We would sit on the edge of the grassy hill where purple and yellow flowers would grow overlooking the city of Johannesburg.

"You're like fish and chips," his deep voice said.

" I wish I was a fish so I could smack her in the face with myself !" Zolani retorted, glaring at me with his dark brown eyes that were similar to mine.

I glared back ignoring my father's scolding and I was sure if it wasn't for our father being in the middle I would have attacked him by then.

He once pulled out a braid of mine but unfortunately his hair was too rough and short for me to pull out.

"You're like peanut butter and jelly," my father continued, ignoring the fact that Zolani was sticking his tongue out at me.

"Like Macaroni and Cheese."

I stuck my tongue out in retaliation and he sneered.

"Like Knife & fork."

Zolani and I argued over my father's analogies and this time he didn't stop us. He stayed calm over our chaos, voicing out all the things Zolani and I were like.

"You're like Hammer and Nail

To me, we felt more like oil and water, a terrible swirl and mouth spitting taste. He got on my nerves and I got on his oxygen-his words not mine.

We fought daily, and it irked my mother so much but she always chose Zolani's side, something that made our arguments even more charged. My father on the other hand didn't choose sides, he was fair game.

But sometimes, I thought myself as his favourite.

He'd always take me out for ice cream every Friday when he fetched me from school and he told me it was our little secret and there'd always be this contained excitement bursting in my heart because it would just be him and I.

"Like bacon and eggs."

I didn't feel like anyone else except myself, when I was with my Father. I didn't even have to pretend.

I felt like Zoey and that's all I had to be.

"Pen And Paper." My Father babbled on, ignoring the argument that had gotten a lot more heated.

"Buhle was right!," Zolani cut in." You do have an ugly nose."

I gasped, simultaneously covering my nose with my hands, anger flaring in my heart for this Buhle girl.

"And you've got a stupid ugly mole near your eyebrow!"

He chuckled, " You've got the same one on your right eyebrow."

"That's enough now!" My father yelled, the fury in his eyes silencing us.

He barely raised his voice but when he did even the ants obeyed.

We both sulked, holding back the vile words on our tongues.

My father sighed, and continued his ranting making me internally groan.