Crowd: "Witch! Witch! Tear the witch into pieces! The men in black were really angry and there was no escape. They had tied my leg into a horse, my other leg into another horse. Both my arms were tied separately into two horses, making both my limbs to be tied into four different horses facing all directions. They were stretching me as they shifted a little, ready to gallop away, and it was so painful. Just as I thought I was about to pass out before actually being torn into pieces, the leader of the gang came near me and sprinkled me with a black liquid, using an animal's tail. "| æș¢ £gj^ ßľñðý īíïö0 šage (I am the leader of the Nocturnal cult) It is our time now. Very soon, only the wizards will rule the Earth! We are tired of the diplomatic witches killing their first born sons! Revenge is ours! Revenge is ours! And the underground world we will rule!" He shouted in my face. A cold chill ran down my spine, but I shouldn't let this man intimidate me. I shouldn't show my pain, I'm an upper rank witch, like them, a proud Devil worshipper. "I am Sela! Betrothed to the Devil himself! Tear me to pieces and face the wrath of our Father who art in the Abyss!" I let out a very loud mocking laugh. "Destroy the witch!" He was frustrated. I held in my pain as the crowd shouted and the first horse started moving, pulling my arm. It was so painful, my life was about to be over. .. A very bright light appeared from the sky and I quickly jumped up. I blinked and noticed that I was behind the tree. It was just a vision! Another of my meaningless visions, maybe my mom's gift is being transferred to me, but what was surprising was that, she was not a witch, and so am I not. She was just a mere traditional healer.

Sizwe a typical black zulu boy who was brought up in a strong Christian family, taught by the society that there is only black or white in color and nothing in between. He did what was expected from him, to be obedient, follow norm by passing at school having a girlfriend, be naughty like other boys, get a job, marry and have children. Somehow he always knew he had to strive to not raise eyebrows with Mvuyisi, his childhood friend and best friend in more ways. Growing up in their village, these two boys were more connected to one another, attending each other's family gatherings, sleeping over at each other's homes, they were brothers. Without disappointing they both got girlfriends and Sizwe even managed to impregnate his so the two families expected they would marry to correct the shame in the eyes of the church. Worried that Sizwe was getting closer and closer to settling down with Nosipho the pregnant girl, Mvuyisi sat his best friend down by the river bank to have the most unusual talk with him. Mvuyisi: Man need to talk Sizwe: Sure, but why such a serious face? Mvuyisi: You know I love you right? ***Now he was shaking*** Sizwe: Yes broer, I love you too my brother Mvuyisi: Please don't hate me, but I don't want you to be with Nosipho.. ***Interrupted by Sizwe*** Sizwe: What? Why? Is she cheating on me? Mvuyisi: No she is not. Truth is I don't want you to be with anyone, (silence), expect me.  Sizwe: Hahaha you joking right! Be with you how? Mvuyisi: I have feelings for you man, real feelings and I love you like I have never loved anyone else. Sizwe: Do you mean you are... gay? No maaan stop that nonsense! *** Sizwe stands up