Love & War, Prose, Ramblings

Mended Bridges


She stood up as many did before her and waited for her accolade to be announced to the attendants. He paused for a moment and their eyes met. “Ngudade wethu lowa”, That’s my sister , he announced.”Ndamshiyela ibele” I left her our mother’s breast. He proceeded to recite their clan names: Nyawuza, Faku, Ziqelekeze,Thahla. Her face broke into a smile she could not contain. Her heart burst with the pride of being associated with him and the brokenness he was declaring restored.


And with that, the bridge was mended.

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