L'Italia viene a Jozi

Chapter 2Being from Kasi meant one thing: we were the workers and

When I entered the restaurant, I was taken away by the ambience of the room and the sophistication it held. There was this air of both opulence and relaxation. The fairy lights around the room created a romantic aura and the low lighting helped to set a bit of a romantic mood. There were round table and tiffany chairs around the restaurant with white linen table cloths and scented candles. The place was bare though and customers hadn’t been let in yet but a group of beautiful ladies were leaning against the bar. They cheered when they set their sight on my brot

I was praying so hard that my current situation was only a terrible dream. I was desperate to convince myself that I was still fast asleep in the bedroom I had deemed to be mine from the very first moment I walked through Jabu’s home. I tried to convince myself that at any moment, I would wake up and be back in the safety of my bed and warm blanket, and I’d call my mum and dad and tell them about what I had dreamt of. Yet no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that this was all some terrible dream, my worst fears of Jabu’s newfound wealth and success were prove

"Somebody help me!" I kept screaming as I kicked the boot repeatedly, trying to escape, "no! Please, help!" I sobbed hysterically, unable to get the image of my brother's lifeless body, blood pooled around it as they dragged me away and threw me into the boot no matter how much I fought and screamed but they lifted me like I weighed nothing.  

 It was like the second we walked through those doors, Leonardo became a completely different person. He had a wide smile on his face and the stiffness in his shoulders was long gone. I was both confused and frightened because I'd never seen anything like it. Until a chubby little girl who can't be older than five years old screamed and ran towards him, her arms wide open as she squealed in delight at the sight of her father.  I stood awkwardly and the guns hidden under the waistband of my jeans, felt like they weighed a ton. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment as I cleared my throat and watched as he ran his fingers through her long hair and she cooed in response, talking happily away to her father.  He said something to her before he pointed at me, "this is my friend," he said to her and she frowned as she looked at me before a small smile appeared on her face, "her name's Leti."