When 15-year-old Melokuhle Nanayemhle Bhengu meets charming and confident Ntsikayomuzi Ntando Nkosi at school, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. As they navigate love, friendship, and family expectations in the vibrant township of KwaNobuhle...
I woke up to the faint light peeking through the curtains, my eyes puffy from crying the whole night. My pillow was damp, and my throat felt sore. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion.
I decided a warm bath would help me relax. Filling the tub with steaming water, I added some calming lavender essential oil. As I soaked, I let out a deep sigh, feeling my tense muscles unwind.
After my bath, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and began getting ready for the day.
I chose a simple yet comfortable outfit -baggy cargo jeans, a white cropped top and a cream white shacket with my white nike sneakers. My boho braids were tied up in a messy bun, I had no time to unplait them and they also looked fresh so they are fine.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
As I entered the kitchen, Mom was already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and scrambled eggs filled the air
"Morning, Nana," Mom said, giving me a gentle hug.
I forced a smile, still feeling fragile.
I sat down, nibbling on toast while Mom chatted about the day's plans.
"Let's double-check your packing list, okay?" Mom suggested.
I nodded, heading to my room.
As I reviewed my luggage, emotions overwhelmed me. I thought about Mgani, and the uncertainty ahead.
Tears streamed down my face, and I collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Mom rushed in, concern etched on her face.
"Nana, baby, it's okay. Let it out."
She sat beside me, holding me close.
"I'm scared, Mom. What if... what if Mgani is gonna die?"
Mom's voice was soothing.
"We'll face this together, sweetie. We'll be strong for Gogo."
She gently stroked my hair, calming me down.
"Take deep breaths, Nana. We'll get through this."
As I composed myself, Mom helped me finish packing.
"Are you ready for the journey ahead?" she asked.
I nodded, still sniffling.
Just as I finished packing, Baba knocked on my door.
"Our flight leaves in three hours. We should head to the airport in an hour," he announced.
Mom nodded.
"Let's get moving, Nana. We don't want to miss our flight."
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the journey ahead.
"Okay" I replied, trying to sound calm.
Dad's expression softened.
"She'll be fine, Hlehle. We'll get through this together."
