HUSTLE IN THE STREETS OF SOWETO

Previously

…Sipho’s eyes met Thabo’s, a flicker of something sharp and possessive in their depths. Thabo quickly looked away, his pace quickening, the paper in his hand suddenly feeling like a secret, a precious, fragile secret that he needed to protect. He knew Sipho would want to know. Sipho always wanted to know. But for now, Thabo kept his silence, the weight of the decision, and the promise of a different kind of life, settling deep within him. He walked towards home, the midday sun still warm on his back, but a new, internal warmth beginning to bloom.