02193nam a2200313 r 4500003000500000005001700005008004100022020003000063040002400093041001200117082001200129100003800141245003300179260004900212300002300261490002400284500082000308655002801128655002401156655003601180655003001216942003501246999001901281952011601300952010401416952012101520952011901641952011901760322820260609142820.0220623s9999 xx 000 1 eng d a9780620899802 (paperback) aMPLc3228bengerda aEnglish aEF BUSA aBusani-Dube, Dudu9159972eauthor 0aMess /cby Dudu Busani- Dube aPretoria :bHlomuPublishing;c©2020,c2020. a343 pages :c20 cm aThe Hlomo seriesv5 aOne of the few guys with no tattoos has been staring at my sneakers for too long and I know he’s trying to figure me out. I have four tattoos, and they are all on my arms. Maybe that will work in my favour, at least they show I can stand pain. I will stand here, in the corner, for the whole night if I have to. I have slept under bridges, I have killed men with their eyes looking into mine. I am Nomafu’s son. A cold hand over my mouth and a tight grip pulling my arms back are nothing compared to the knife going repeatedly into my thighs. They aren’t trying to kill me, that I know for sure, because otherwise he would have gouged that knife into my heart by now. The stabs in my thighs are continuous but not deep. I can feel them. It’s my blood they want to see, not my dead body lying on the floor. 09188556aEnglish Fiction 09189968aFamily Saga 09188670aHuman Relations Fiction 09188653a Suspence Fiction 2ddccBKy296zPhillipina Naude c665469d665468 00104070aKOMALbKOMALd2022-06-01g239.20l0oEF DUBEp33809000360482r2022-06-01w2022-06-01yBKzKOM001/21 00104070aHENDLbHENDLd2022-06-23g300.00l0p33089000194591r2022-06-23w2022-06-23yBKz002/21 00102ddc40708FaSTANRLbBETHLcFICd2024-10-02g403.65l0oEF BUSAp33228031151987r2024-10-02w2024-10-02yBOOK 00102ddc40708FaKLARLbKLARLcFICd2026-06-09l0oEF BUSAp3228200028265r2026-06-09w2026-06-09yBKz665469/B 00102ddc40708FaKLARLbKLARLcFICd2026-06-09l0oEF BUSAp3228200028270r2026-06-09w2026-06-09yBKz665469/A