Zeke had to wake up. He knew it was time. He could hear his mother’s voice in his ear. ‘Wake up. It’s morning and you need to get up. Her voice sounded a long way off through the happiness of his dream. He’d just scored a goal…
Zeke had to wake up. Thando can wait. I will come back my friend. We will play tomorrow. “I’m awake.”
“Well then get on out of bed. Today we are going to church. Our first time since we came back–“
“I know. I think I’ll be up in a second.” Her footsteps bounced down the hall. Thando I promise I’ll come back. Just need to finish this dream first.
Church. Then Zeke returned. In his dream they flew back home and Thando was waiting when they arrived. They danced together and built a town with sticks and plastics.
America was a dream. Swaziland was reality. Zeke woke up every day to find Thando again. He slept and dreamt of a life he did not recognize. In it were many faces. Places. Worried questions. “Is he okay?” “What’s wrong with my son?”
Once in a dream he told a woman about reality and how Thando was always there. A few days later Zeke didn’t wake up.