Jealous in Jozi

Do you want some, sisi?”
Ntombi shook her head, and looked back into the darkness again. It was just miles and miles of nothing out there. She shivered, suddenly feeling alone. Whenever she felt like this, another terrible memory would force its way into her thoughts – not of sweet Olwethu, but of Mzi, a very different sort of boy in her life. A boy who had nearly raped her. A boy who was a thief. A boy who had been caught by the police, because of Ntombi and Olwethu.