My name is Samkelisiwe Nzama and I live in a place that is not as safe as yours. Am only seventeen and I have seen trouble to last me for a life time. My dad let’s just say he works at local school and my mom a nearby firm. Where I live you dare not shine to. I do not leave the house.

Now I sit here alone and am scared. I am not sure if am depressed. I mean am not sad but am not exactly happy either. I can laugh, joke and smile but sometimes when am alone at night I forget how to feel. The journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama was not meant for human eye. I was the unnoticed, I was the unnoticeable soul. The more I laughed was the more time I spent with my eyes closed in this journey. But the dark cloud will finally disappear and I will walk towards reality in the soft light of dusk.

With this I welcome you to The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama. My days are full of victory for I win every day. I am sure I would find it funny if an ant came looking for me. THIS STORY IS DEEP AND DOMESTIC [WARNING]THE CONTENT OF THIS STORY MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SENSTIVE READERS.

The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

Each year at home, we would visit Kwa Zulu Natal. So, I would make sure that every time before I go, I would have set my eyes to all my friends that lived far from home. The Maduwa guy was one of them. Well, I would not say he was or rather is my friend but he was also one of them. 


It was always so nice to see old faces after a long time. Well, I called the Maduwa guy we could meet of a Friday, because that Saturday I was going to Kwa-Zulu-Natal. He did not respond back to my text, well I had it wired with the Maduwa guy. 


It’s been week since we don’t talk. I guess we had reached our destination. It was not easy to let him go, but I had to. I mean I feel like she had gotten the best me. 
