The next day, the village was lively as usual, everyone was going about their assigned duties. Amahle was attending to the sick in the infirmary. She begun wrapping a piece of bandage on the arm of a soldier who gut cut during practice. She couldn’t shake off what happened last night. She felt guilty for allowing Kumah to leave the village and she didn’t want to think of how she’d feel if Sipho finds out. She’s been avoiding him so far but sooner she’d have to tell him the truth.

“Argh!” the man winced.

Amahle was brought back to reality by the mans groan. She must have wrapped too tight.

‘’Sorry!’’ she exclaimed

The man chuckled. Amahle’s cheeks turned red. The man was in his late thirties, quite muscular as expected of a Zulu warrior. He had long hair and an overgrown beard.

‘’Everything okay?’’ He asked

‘’I’m not the one with the bandaged arm.’’ She snapped.

The man was shocked at her response. There was a moment of silence before she realized that he was just trying to be