The following day,I went back to work feeling better. Mika gave me a bunch of white roses and a note."What is this for? Are you trying to make a move on me again?" I joked.Mika blushed in embarrassment. "Nope, this is me being an attentive friend. I know you're curious, why don't you open it?" "I couldn't have asked for a better partner!" The note said. I smiled. "Thanks,I feel the same way too." Mika winked.. "Oh hell no!" He said,leaning closer to hug me I laughed. Mr Phenyo came towards our desk. "What is going on here?" He asked in a harsh voice. I quickly pushed myself away from Mika. "Sorry sir,we got carried away.it won't happen again." I said.Mr Phenyo laughed "You should see your face right now. Am glad to see you both, come to my office,there is a new case I need you to solve." Mika and I looked at each other,Mika smiled,I in the other hand could

When we were done with tea, Mika held me close to keep me warm,till I dowsed off to sleep. Hours passed by,the wind was no longer strong as before. Mika and Mr Phenyo were no longer there with me,it seemed they had left me there on my own.i looked at the time."eleven pm!" I said. I wore an extra jacket on top,then took a gun with me. Mr Phenyo and Mika had left pieces of red fabric onto the small tree sticks,in a perfect alignment so that I could find my way to them. And vise versa. As I was climbing higher on the Hex river mountain,i began to hear the sound of drums. The noise became intense as I climbed even higher. There were chantings, and allulating sounds. A few rocks fell all the way to the bottom, so I stopped moving and remain still for a few minutes. I felt tempted to look down but I knew it was risky. I continued to climb up high. Taking careful steps upwards. Hoping that I would not fall.  I suddenly heard Mika's voice."Leave her alone!" He shouted. 

My father introduced me to Byron,we exchanged greetings as was the usual habit."How is Cathy?" My father asked. Cathy was Byron's mother. "She is not well. She is suffering from breast cancer. I told you the last time we spoke on the phone, remember?" My father paused for a while. "I must have forgotten,my age. I'm getting old." "Is everything alright oom?" Byron asked My father nodded. I sat there in silence. I knew he was lying. "What brings you to Capetown?" Byron smiled. "Work." He answered. "What kind of work? I hope you're not abducting women and locking them inside your house and taming them to be your wives!" My father said jokingly. Byron chuckled. "No nothing like that. I am doing some medical research. I will be flying to Soweto tomorrow and continue with my work there,when I'm done I will be returning back to the USA." Byron explained. "Uncle Frans wou

We entered quickly after dimming the back camera.I took the sign in register,I would need it later to distract the security guard. Mika entered the HR manager’s office normally,the receptionist was not even startled by Mika’s presence as she was already called by an anonymous professional agent aka me to expect his arrival as the usual HR manager is feeling unwell from food poisoning. Then Katlego entered into the office,I went to the store room trying to find enrollment papers of John Dewald. Katlego filled in the job application papers,attached a resume with fake qualifications on it. Mika stamped the paper with the large,red inked words “hired” and faxed them to the principal,who then replied with an email to Katlego. “You start tomorrow morning at 8am.” “She got in”Mika whispered. “Where’s Lebo?” asked Sam. “I got them,let’s go” I said. I left the sign in register at the receptionist table and asked that she inform the principal about

When a child is born he or she is given a name by their parent or family relative. Each name has its own significance,it can either inspire or demotivate the child as they grow. When the child grows,he or she will receive a nickname from fellow peers.I was only 9 years old when I met the Juma freak Nduna . I was in the fourth grade,he was in the seventh grade,the oldest in his class, not because he was a slow learner but because he was enrolled late to school,very late and I still don’t know why. All the children feared him. He was tall, muscular with strong, huge gigantic hands that could put a child down with one slap. When I reached high school he was already in grade 12. He had turned into a real freak. His face was covered in piercings,his dreadlocks were long and dyed in orange. During lunch time he would sit with his girlfriend Dintle Sepheo,who was also in the same class as him. The two were inseparable and wicked. One Saturday night,my mother was working an extra shift,