Themba's POV
I knew she'd be in this neighborhood but I didn't think she'd get in trouble so fast. When I heard someone calling in two black teenagers in a white neighborhood I knew it had to be her and her friend. Then I heard my boss shout "It's the Aviwe bastard again!" I decided to go with. When we got there, Officer Van De Merwe stepped out of his car and told me that he would handle it.
I watched as he was about to pull the trigger. "Themba, ndithembe wena. Take good care of my Viwe for me" Serge's words rang in my head and I knew I had to pull the trigger before he could. Bang!Not the first white man I had killed.
Shock, was a very flaccid word to describe their facial expressions. I drove them to school acting as though we might meet again by chance. I took a drive to the warehouse, changing my clothes and the police car and taking my van. I drove back to the school and parked right outside the front gate, taking a nap in my car until they finished writing. "Themba! Themba! I love you my boy" "No, Serge, please don't die". "Thembe, ndithembe wena. Take good care of my Viwe for me". "Serge, you will not die! please don't die, not now Serge. I need you, she need you!" my tears dripping onto his wound, it was my fault Serge got shot because of me. "I Promise serge" I saluted him one last time...
I'm awoken suddenly by the sound of footsteps. I look at the school gate making sure not to miss them
Viwe's POV
"Wasn't that just a great paper Avi, and we studied so much more than we had to". "I know right, it was like..."
"Vi..." Lu began
"Yes it is" I whispered shakily
"That's him, what's he doing back here" we both utteredHOOT! HOOT! He smiled at us, signaling for us to come over. "What are you doing here!"
"Get in the car and I'll tell you"
"I'm not sure we should," Lu said and I agreed with him. "Well you really should" Themba said firmly. "Come on" I whispered to Lu "Let's get home". We started running home and he followed us a part of the way with his, at some point we thought we had lost him but we'd been through enough to know better. We started walking and stopped running, warily though.
When we got to the cabin the door was open, we dropped our bags and Luyanda went around the back of the caravan whilst I treaded lightly into the caravan."Lu"I roared, when I found Themba, if that was even his real name, digging into our food. "Lu, get this starved barbarian out of here!"
"Wait, wait guys, I've come to help yo..." "Do we look like your damsels in distress?!" "Viwe listen to me" "Are we crying, oh white man Themba please help us? huh?" "We're okay here we don't need you little help" Lu grumbled."Viwe, this is no place for the both of you to be living. It's unsafe and inconvenient,my apartment is big enough for the three of us."
"Viwe?" I whispered in confusion "How do you know my name?"
"I knew your father""Father only referred to me as Aviwe when he spoke about me". "Yes I know that but..."
"Wait outside!"
Lu and I argued for at least a half hour about going with him, I brought up the fact that he knew me as Viwe meaning daddy must've really trusted him. Luyanda, on the other hand, would not have any of it. We agreed to disagree and decided to leave with officer Themba but making sure we were armed.
"Here we are" he declared, filled with delight
"Lu, is it just me or is this just a warehouse?
"Vi, we're either blind or there is no 'apartment' here" giving me his 'I told you so' face.
"Okay guys, you can cut the sarcasm" he sighed "As you might have seen this isn't my apartment but it is where I live"
"Well you didn't lie about the space" Lu uttered
"This is the Mkhonto We Sizwe hideout" he disregards Lu's comment "We know you've been fighting in secret and we'd love for the both of you to join us"
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The Long MisWalk To Final Freedom
AdventureTLMTFF is narrated by a women who's lived through an alternate Apartheid South Africa, and ran away from home. Her struggle was not based on race but on gender and unpolitical power.