THIS IS IN HONOUR OF MY LATE BEST FRIEND, WHO PASSED AWAY RECENTLY.

HE WROTE/SENT ME THIS ON THE 10th of June 2017. RIP Lutho Jett Sokudela

In honour of my late best friend, Lutho Jett Sokudela. I have decided to publish one of his beuatiful pieces. Lutho and I shared our love for writing and cricket even though he never wrote about cricket. His sudden passing really broke the hearts of many, myself included and this is my way of saying, Thank you for being such a wonderful friend.

The piece is as follows:

It hasn't rained in a while now,

The wilting trees have been whispering for a while now,

uMakhulu(granny) hasn't been happy for a while now.

I get to school much faster and dry these days,at least,

I no longer miss my friends.

I get to see all of them at that place, but Miss Bhitya said

"We are getting hungrier and even hungrier these days."

At home the cows are always at the Kraal, at least at night I don't have to walk or cry.

I spend that free time counting the number of the ribs or limbs

Although my math is improving, I would love to see more of them live.

We can't use the playing field,

We know it as a ploughing field, ploughing tools are now playing fools. It's not so good when we have to go. At least,

I know how ooTamkhulu felt when it was "time to go"

The river is very far close by,

I also heard my friend never returned some other time,

-perhaps

her watery eyes reminded it what it keeps losing? uMama said "that's a story for another time"

Sometimes it's hard,

Sometimes it's best,

Sometimes They can and,

Sometimes They will not.

But I hope at some point,

It does again.