Things went from good to worse instantly.
It didn’t happen overnight,
but when it finally hit —
It hit like a storm that had been gathering quietly in the sky.
For a moment, life felt like it was balancing itself.
Joyce was slowly coming around.
Angela and I were reconnecting.
Rebecca and Olerato were healthy.
My brothers were surviving.
But peace is fragile in a neighborhood where everyone watches,
everyone talks,
Everyone thinks they know your life better than you do.
The whispers started softly.
One house…
then two…
Then by the time you walked to the tuckshop,
You could feel the eyes on your back.
“It’s been two months since his mother left…”
“She abandoned her own house…”
“He’s living at that girl’s place now.”
“Maybe they chased him out…”
“No man lives like that u
