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Chapter Twenty: The City That Learned to Listen
A year later, the city didn’t look the same.Not because the skyline had changed — the skyscrapers still stood tall, indifferent and glass-faced —but because the streets beneath them had begun to breathe differently.You could feel it in the markets, in the parks, in the alleys where people once whispered about hopelessness.Now they whispered about building.The Seed House network had spread — from one quiet corner of the city to seven neighborhoods, then ten, then beyond the city limits.Each new house was different: some were built from wood and tin, others from brick and glass.But they all shared one thing — a single mural painted on every front wall: a phoenix rising from a city skyline.It became a symbol of survival, of community, of faith in something that didn’t depend on politicians or donors — just people.Luthando had stopped giving speeches.He no longer needed to.Others had found their voices.There was Zola, who once came to the Seed House hungry and now ran the kitc
Chapter Nineteen: Roots in the Ashes
The days after the verdict felt strangely quiet.No reporters, no threats, no meetings in dark corners — just the soft hum of work.The Seed House breathed again.Children’s laughter drifted through the courtyard, mingling with the smell of fresh paint.Old walls were scrubbed and patched. The garden, trampled during the raids, began to show green again.Luthando watched it all from the steps, a cup of coffee warming his hands.He still woke before dawn, out of habit, expecting chaos — but instead, there was peace.It felt foreign, like a borrowed coat that almost fit.Mandisa joined him, her notebook tucked under her arm.“You’re supposed to be resting,” she said.“I am resting,” he replied with a small smile. “Just… standing up while I do it.”She rolled her eyes. “There’s no shame in breathing, you know.”“Breathing doesn’t pay rent.”“No, but it helps you live long enough to try.”He chuckled. The sound surprised him. It had been a while since laughter didn’t hurt.Later that morn
Chapter Eighteen: The Verdict of the Street
A week feels longer when your name is on trial.The city whispered his story on street corners, in buses, in church pews.Some said he was a fraud.Others said he was a saint.But most just said, He tried.The Seed House stayed open — unofficially.The volunteers came early and left late, working in defiance of silence.Luthando told them to rest, but no one did.“You can’t rest while your home’s on trial,” Nandi said.On the morning the verdict was due, the sky hung heavy with rain.Luthando didn’t plan to attend City Hall again.He’d already said everything that mattered.But Mandisa insisted.“They need to see you — the real you, not the rumor.”So he went, dressed plainly, shoulders straight.Outside the steps, a crowd had gathered — hundreds of faces, young and old, holding handwritten signs:“HANDS BUILT THIS.”“THE SEED HOUSE IS OUR HOME.”“TRUTH GROWS HERE.”The police tried to keep order, but the chanting wasn’t angry.It was steady, almost melodic.Inside, the council chambe
Chapter Seventeen: The Trial of Truth
The summons arrived on a gray Monday morning, stamped and cold:CITY OF DURBAN — COMMISSION OF URBAN DEVELOPMENT INQUIRY.It was official now.Luthando was to appear before the committee to “account for financial inconsistencies and unauthorized community operations.”He read it three times before setting it down.Mandisa snatched it up. “They’re not looking for answers, Lu. They’re looking for a reason to shut you down.”He nodded quietly. “Then we’ll give them the truth — even if they don’t want it.”The hearing took place at City Hall, a building that smelled of marble and politics.Reporters crowded the steps, microphones and cameras flashing like lightning.Inside, the room was arranged for spectacle — a long panel of officials in pressed suits, with Kabelo seated just behind them, pretending to be an observer.Mandisa squeezed Luthando’s arm. “Stay calm. Speak from the heart. They can twist words, but not sincerity.”He managed a thin smile. “You believe that?”“Enough for both
Chapter Sixteen: The Fire Returns
The first stone came through the window on a Wednesday evening.No warning, no shouts — just the sharp crack of glass and the dull thud of fear.By the time Luthando ran outside, the street was already filled with voices.Angry, confused, misled voices.“They said you stole!”“They said you lied to the city!”“Where’s the money, Dlamini?”He tried to speak, to calm them, but words were swallowed by noise.Someone threw another bottle. It shattered near the gate, flames licking at the dry grass.Mandisa and Nandi rushed out with buckets, stamping it out before it spread.When it was over, Luthando just stood there, staring at the blackened patch of earth.It looked too familiar.The police came late — too late. They took statements, nodded politely, and left with empty promises.Inside, the Seed House smelled of smoke again.Not enough to destroy, but enough to remind.“This is what they want,” Mandisa said bitterly. “Fear. Silence. Submission.”Luthando leaned against the wall, exhaus
Chapter Fifteen: When Shadows Learn to Speak
It started quietly — as most storms do.A rumor in the city papers.A whisper that the Seed House had “refused legitimate funding due to questionable financial origins.”Within a week, it spread like smoke through alleys and offices alike.By the time Luthando saw his own face on the front page, the headline had already done its damage:“LOCAL HERO OR HIDDEN HYPOCRITE?”He read it twice, slowly, then folded the paper without a word.Mandisa stormed into the room moments later, slamming her phone onto the desk.“They’re trying to bury us. That article came straight from Kabelo’s people.”“I expected backlash,” Luthando said quietly.“Not this kind,” she shot back. “They’re saying we’re laundering money. They want to audit the entire project!”He rubbed his temples. “Let them. We have nothing to hide.”Mandisa sighed. “Truth doesn’t matter when people already believe the lie.”By evening, half the volunteers were gone — afraid of being caught in the crossfire.The garden looked emptier,
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