I've never been good with silent treatment. That's my mom's specialty. I don't know how she does it. But that woman would ignore you until you feel invisible.
"I felt rejected." I told Zizwe around 2am after using the bathroom.
"I'm really sorry Kenya. I let my ego get in the way. Settling a score seemed important. It won't happen again." He does sound sorry. So I just nod and snuggle. I'm tired. So I fell asleep after his reply.
This time when I open my eyes, Zizwe is lying next to me looking peaceful and more handsome. I take a shower and head downstairs for a cup of tea. I find the maids preparing breakfast. I help them between sips. They are open and I like that. They seem close. They remind me of my brothers. I decided to call Cairo.
"Did Zizwe kick you out already?"
"f**k o
