Dance

Dad had called Ntini to come and help herd of cows. Empana, his brother, repeated Dad’s sentiment in case Ntini was paying no attention.

Their voices faded in Ntini’s captivating horizon. His mind on cloud 9, his gaze and mouth jaw-dropping to the north.

He became meticulous. What was this sound snaking into his ears like the chill caressing the skin? Goosebumps beginning.

Gunshots incited Dad and Empana to panick! Ntini unshaken, delved into the gunshots, reminded of his favourite tune ‘Gunsong’ by Heavy K. Ntini danced as Mum played the music from her sound system metres away.

Published by the The Story Seed