“What do you mean he’s dead? Did he tell you where my friends are before he died?” I asked, I know I was being selfish the man had just died and all I wanted to know was the well-being of my friends and sister. He stared at me with a blank face, then walked outside, I could see his eyes were filling up with tears which is why he walked out, he probably didn’t want me to see him crying. A few minutes later I heard him shouting, I ran outside, two more of his guys arrived the one was carrying the other who was struggling to walk “who the fuck shot him?”, he asked the one who was carrying, “I don’t know man, all I saw were shots coming from out of nowhere shooting at us.” “Fuck, do you think it could be that bastard Mthobisi Oh crap, could this be the work of my husband? I wondered.
They took the guy who was shot inside and left me standing outside, I think they no longer cared whether I ran or not. I didn’t know what to do, I had a choice to make and it was a scary one, do I run and end up getting caught by those bullets that were flying everywhere, or do I stay here with these fools who might also end up killing me. All my choices seem to end up with me dead, I honestly didn’t know what to do.