I woke up missing home. And I realised I haven't spoken to my family in a week. Work has been keeping me busy. People are getting married. And this time around the guests are very messy. I wanted to sleep in, but I couldn't. Weekends are supposed to be days spent with Zizwe. We hardly have time during the week because I have to work. I come home tired. Sometimes I feel like it was better when I took a taxi home. Driving can be such a chore. Now that I get to really do it, I think I hate it. After a long bath, I walk downstairs. There are so many voices. I forgot that Zizwe's friends are coming over today. And I woke up late. I find them in the kitchen munching breakfast. Zizwe's face brightens when he spots me. I smile back, the guys turn to look at me. One of them just takes a look and tu
