Ow man,
Mrs Moloto was all over him, he looked
so frustrated, it really looked like the
state was taking this case home.
I was busy analysing this case and I was like,
no man Ndlovu, answer her like this, say
this, do that.
During lunch break I was sitting down,
then I saw Mr Ndlovu busy talking on the
phone. I had a big debate with my mind
if I should go over to him and tell him
how to handle this case.
I could see some loopholes but then what if
he also saw them and was waiting for the right
time to use them. I mean, who the hell
am I to walk up to a man like him am just a small lady from the village
smelling of poverty.
Then I remembered my late father's last
words before he passed away:
"Lino my child, never look
down upon yourself, keep on trying the nice thing
about it is that it gives you so many
chances to challenge everything."
After remembering those words I knew
that I have to make my move. Now I had
a chance to challenge this life, to
challenge this poverty, and I mean I have
nothing to lose.
I bet this man won't even remember me
the next day, even if he can turn me down.
I walked up to him and put my shaking hand on his shoulder and tapped it.
He turned and looked at me.
Lino : "I need to talk to you, sir."
Then I looked at him, waiting for his response.