“Simi, I’m sorry for earlier.” Sizwe tells me when I answer the phone. He sounds bored. It’s clear he was forced to make this call by my parents. So I just hung up. I don’t need his forced apology. He should’ve just told my parents that he didn’t want to apologise. It was wrong of them to force him. But I also understand why they did. I had a great time at Siyacela’s place. I liked his girlfriend. She’s sweet, beautiful, smart and funny.
“Where have you been?” Sabelo asked me as soon as I opened the door.
“Out.” I answered him, walking towards the steps.
“Don’t walk away, I’m still talking to you.” He shouts. This guy hardly shouted. I almost stopped walking. He must be really mad. But that’s not my problem.
“Get back here, Simingaye.” I ignored him. I don’t want him putting me in the
