Her death

It's Wednesday morning and Zasembo woke up early to do her chores. She went to the stream to fetch water, wearing flip flops kicking morning due as usual with its drops running down her legs and fog so thick like a winter morning. She fetched the water and walked back home. When she got home, she lit up the gas stove Ntsika bought for them, and boy was she happy not to be making a fire on this cold morning.

She put the water on one side and a pot of soft porridge on the other because her grandmother loves her soft porridge in the morning, but she decided to make cereal for herself. She looked at the time and found that it was six-thirty in the morning. She wondered why her grandmother was not awake yet but thought that she wa