‘Hi,’ she smiled. Kagiso noticed for the first time how beautiful she was. She had come for her painting and he felt his heart beating faster. He did not know what to say. Inviting her into his hut was the last thing he wanted to do. Nonetheless, he did it.
‘Please come in,’ he said, realising that she was getting wet. He stepped aside and she walked into the room. The bucket in the centre of the room gurgled as the stream of water splashed in. He motioned for her to sit on the bed. The only seat available was a short, wooden stool. He cradled on it.
‘I… I’m sorry to pop in unexpected. I came to the market yesterday but you were nowhere to be seen. I looked around to no avail but I wanted the painting. Today I asked everyone at the market if they knew where the painter stays. Someone directed me. I’m sorry to intrude,’ she said.
There was a prolonged pause. Water streamed into the bucket – a sonorous chorus that made him grit his teeth. Refilwe’s eyes were fixed to the floor. She avoided looking around in fear of making him uncomfortable. Kagiso’s adobe residence was a complete opposite of hers...
This is
an extract from my award winning story, The Moon has Eyes. The book The Moon Has Eyes and Other Stories
will be available for sale at the Maun International Poetry Festival 2012 on
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