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SIPHOSAKHE LUTHANGO

I was driving to the warehouse with Nkosi's words still echoing in my head, him saying he would meet me there and that I needed to see this with my own eyes. When I arrived, I parked my car, only to notice Nkosi's car already standing right on the left side, almost as if he had been waiting for me. The warehouse door was open, and that alone made my chest tighten. I took off my jacket slowly, locked the car, and walked inside with a heaviness I could not shake off.