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Mess / by Dudu Busani- Dube

By: Busani-Dube, Dudu [author]Material type: TextTextLanguage: English Series: The Hlomo series ; 5Publication details: Pretoria : HlomuPublishing; ©2020, 2020. Description: 343 pages : 20 cmISBN: 9780620899802 (paperback)Genre/Form: English Fiction | Family Saga | Human Relations Fiction | Suspence Fiction DDC classification: EF BUSA
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One 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.

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