She's lying peacefully on my chest, holding on to my new leather jacket while I walk us up the campus steps and into the staff closet. Relax, I only have the keys because I'm friends with one of the department cleaners. I'm not much of a socialite so I spend my lunch breaks in here rather then the canteen like regular students. I lay her down on the only cushioned sofa that could fit into this tiny room. With my parents being social workers, home is far too crowded with people in need of help that I prefer sleeping in this place sometimes. There aren't any windows so she should feel safe. I close us in and wait until she gains conscious. Her eyes blink as I look into them, she mumbles a few words and after what seems like years, she speaks "where am I? What is this?" I say nothing but stare, I can't help it. She seems to recall what took place a few minutes ago when she decides to speak, "thank you and I'm sorry for taking your money". #Mustread #SA #Africanwriters Author: Asanda Khathi Happy reading!???

Ntombie was only 13 years of age when she was raped. things get even complicated when she's about to marry the prince of their village. Will kingdom and the king accept a non virgin as their bride? Get taken back to the era when south Africa had no white man, still cattles, no cellphones or any technology and still huts. "What is a beautiful woman doing out here all alone. Don't you know there are beast roaming around in this time of the night." She turned as she laid her eyes on the most handsome man she had ever seen. "thinking." She said as she threw stones inside the river in front of her. "Then we are alike. My father is impossible to understand." He worries about his father. Her sorrows were much bigger and more hurtful than his.