Federico Vivanco

“I like you,” he said, “a lot.” I smiled. Thato liked me. Out of all the women whose dreams he touched, he chose me. I thought of Kgomotso and I snatched my hand out of Thato's. He looked at me and said, “Sometimes I look at you, Sethunya, and wonder whether you are here with me.” “Ao? Re mmogo, Thato. I am with you. You have never seen me with anyone else, have you?” He shook his head and said, “One day, Sethunya, you will take me with you, to that place where you go.” I smiled. It seemed simpler than finding words for something I couldn't explain. In that moment, I learnt that lying was easier done in my mother tongue. After”
― Wame Molefhe, Go Tell the Sun