Chapter 1: Common Ground

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There she was strolling in the tall golden grasses of Oak Lane. A void formed within her. Azania was not spiritually in tact. The only solice she seemed to find was hidden deep within the Dandelion flowers. She kept on plucking out the Dandelion petals, and the calm wind blew the petals away, while evoking her inner thoughts.

"Azania, I swear on my ancestors!" He stood up and crossed his fingers, while holding them up high. "If you dare, go to Kabwe, consider yourself dead, because..." He was trying to mask something with the silence, Azania's eyes tried solving the missing piece through his eyes, yet he was as blank as a clouded moon.

"Well, I'm sorry to say but I didn't realize I had a father to begin with," She huffed.
Azania stormed out before her father could respond. This had become a norm at their home.
It all began when her father, dropped a document that had strange code names.
"Mali9mm, Lus-aka47, Al-gre...what do they mean?
Why would Dad even keep such a weird doc, it couldn't be a random coding printed out..." She said. The papers looked quite strange, one would say it was the work of a five year old who had just been introduced to joy of technology.

*zing zing*

A notification on her phone pulled her out of her trance. It was her bestie, her ride or die, the girl that made kindergarten an adventure: Danika.

"Freshmen party in five, and step outta those Vampire rags. Be there or sign off your rights as my friend🙂"

The text bought a hint of joy on her face.

Azania: "Then abondon me, because I'm not stepping outta these babies😊."

Danika: "Pretty please, I'd be on my knees begging outside of your house, but you just had to stay 45 min outta town🙄🙄."

"Okay, okay, stop begging soon you'll be asking for my autograph, relax😂😂"

"I better call Beyoncé and tell her she has a stunt double. 😂😂 see you soon.
Xxx"

The house was filled with deafening silence. Her dad, went away with work in Zambia, so it was just her mother, her brother, Joao and her.

"Where are you going?" Joao barged into her room.
"As far away from you as possible." She said.

"Oh come on, do you love me that much to sacrifice your room for my man cave? I'll put a snooker table there, a mini bar fridge and of course fill it with loads of Boity posters, and Minnie Dlamini posters. I'd totally hit that..." He said.

"Eeew, and dream on my room is so of limits." They both chuckled at the thought of Joao's man cave.

"Don't be so sure." He said. "So where you off to?"

"Just visiting a friend," said Azania.

"Lies. I heard you talking about a Freshmen party. I'm telling mom." He yapped. Joao ran out the door and ran towards the lounge where their mother was sitting.

"MOOOOM, ZAZA IS GOING TO A PARTY." He yelled out.

"Ugh, I forgot how you can be so evil, you just like guys that wear flip flops with socks during summer. Evil!" She muttered through her teeth.

"Zaza, what's this I hear about you going to a Fresh Party," asked her mom.

"Its a Freshmen Party, and yes I'm going. I am a first year student at the University of Johannesburg, Mom..." claimed Azania. "I'm pretty sure I'm old enough," she murmured silently spraying the rosy perfume all over her clothes.

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