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miranda: beyond the streets

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her: don't cry nana ,eat some ice cream .



she said as she fed me .



me:how will i not cry tshego ? i witnessed someone killing herself , with a gun and i am the reason behind that .



I wailed . she brushed my back .



me:i hate nkanyezi !



her: it's just pain that is talking , you love him and through faith you two will find your way back to each other , it was meant to be .



me:how can I love a man like him though ? ah tshego i can't , this love hurts !



she continued brushing my back , comforting me . my phone rang , the numbers are unsaved .



tshego: I'll be back .



she stood up then went upstairs . I answered after wiping my tears .



on call :



me: miranda martens .



voice:in a formal manner ? i like that.



me:who is this ?



him:you don't know my voice anymore ?



me: sounds familiar .



him: it's tlotlanang .



me:oh (sniffs) you're good ?



him:yes , just checking up on you but you don't sound okay , i will call some other time .



me: please do .



him:i will , have a goodnight .



me:you too .



he hanged up . I dragged my body to the bedroom , i am now staying at tshego's apartment , i won't be staying at a house where someone died in .



it's been days since thandeka died , the media is buzzing and as always “miranda the homewrecker ” , every post has it's nasty caption . tomorrow thandeka is getting buried as for nkanyezi ? he hasn't said anything .



tshego: you're sleeping ?

me:yes .

her: goodnight bestie , don't overthink .

me:i won't , i love you .



she smiled and switched off my light . she walked out .



i am now laying on bed in the dark room , thinking about all the things that has been happening , from when i was sixteen .



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that day , i still remember it like it was yesterday , i was only sixteen , that is the day i shall never forget , the day that broke my heart into million pieces and till this day it hasn't been restored but instead it's breaking into more .



how i lost my grandmother ? just one of the days i will be telling the story for the first time .



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