I May Be Straight But I Don’t Hate Shirt! The rays of the sun disturbed my peaceful sleep as the sun steeps and intensify. They say each and every day is a blessing but it a pity I can’t say the same cause I see it as a curse. Waking up to see the other day and it torments was adding a layer to my already highest sorrows and pain. I removed the cardboards I covered myself with. I then sat on the rooftop of an old warehouse as I slept there. Bafana was not around so this could be the perfect opportunity to take my life. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I stood right at the edge of the rooftop.
I didn’t sleep a wink during the dark night, the only picture I’d see was of my evil stepfather. I May Be Straight But I Don’t Hate Shirt! I admit he was a heartless man but I hate his blood in my hands even though I’d still feel his healthy body on top of me. It looks like I’ve become a burden to Musa, who just left me with his friend who has to go to God knows where. I don’t blame them cause I’m not their responsibility after all. Don’t do it Enhle” I heard Bafana’s voice from behind. It was like he ordered me to cry more cause I let out my loud cry.
The group of boys appeared and they stopped in front of us. I May Be Straight But I Don’t Hate Shirt! It looked like the presence of these boys makes Bafana uncomfortable because he was shaking but tried by all means to hide it by joining them leaving me still sitting on the ground but opposite them. I then stood up to dust myself but those group of boys made me feel uneasy. I don’t know why but I feel shy whenever I’m among some boys. Bafana had a little talk with them in a whisper and I didn’t hear a single word they said but only their moving lips and some nodding.