It was a cold morning in Cape Town, where I woke up beside my beloved machete. As I stare at it flashbacks of that horrid night are on loop, in my mind. My parents lying helplessly on the ground as their blood seeped into our new rug as I stood, my tears were attempting to clean up the scene. The man who I assume was the leader of theives, said one thing as he left “Survivel of ze fiddest, ma frien” and he dropped the bloody machete to the ground. I picked up the machet, washed it and left home in pursuit of a new start.

As I got up that morning, I was determined to acquire some new furniture for the hut for my boys and I. I drank some ginger tea and left my humble adobe. “Ay Kofi, grab me a newspaper when you come back”, I nodded reassuringly and went off in my quest for new furniture. Despite holding a strong identity as leader of the Amasela ( theives in Zulu), I held a strong flaw within myself, I couldn’t read nor write. After I left home, I never cared for education but for survival. I don’t even know how I could buy furniture if I can’t read the signs. As I stroll towards town square to the marketplace, I see a beautiful woman, body like an hourglass and …show more content…
One of the boys have found out the woman’s adress so we could make this an easier expedition for all of us. The plan is for the boys go in the front to talk to Jonathan as I sneak to the back with my machete to obtain the woman. As the boys knock on the door, I make my way around to see Johnathan’s wife cooking outside with one of her children playing in the vicinity. First, she smiles at me but I bend down and look at her son and I say “Survivel of ze fiddest, ma frien”. He runs inside and I left my machete do what its made to do, destroy. Ten minutes pass and the woman’s retaliation has led to her downfall and the husband has seem to fled with his offspring but in the end the fiddest survived and the weak