21st of February – Season 3 Solomon Magubane wasn’t known for being impatient but today seemed to be testing the theory as he’d been waiting at the petrol pump for what felt like ages. He was currently at the Sasol fuel station, showing some solidarity fo...
When I was younger, my father called me his little nest—his little heir. My earliest memories were of him holding me close, like he couldn't bear me being too far away, like I was the lightning rod that kept him grounded in the middle of a thunderstorm. H...
14th of February – Season 3 As Savana sat at the back of the black BMW 320d, she wondered if she wasn't overdressed. She managed a smile thinking about the irony compared to what she was thinking on her first night on Fuel. Savana looked over at the man w...
13th of February – Season 3 TWO WEEKS AGO A cup of coffee. That's all it was supposed to be. That had been the idea when Savana sat down at the booth of Kieck's Kitchen. But then he walked in. Savana had been surprised considering that back on Fuel, he an...
7th of February – Season 3 Penny Potgieter stared at the mirror with tears welling in her eyes. The doctors had only recently taken her bandages off, having told her, thankfully, that she would not be losing her eyesight. Of course, she'd figured this out...
Fear You’re scaring me shitless when you speak of your pain, that hurt deep inside that the Doc can’t explain. All they can do is to put you through tests like they did years ago when it formed in your breasts. Mysteries hidden that must be revealed by ra...
It was just another New Year’s Eve for Melody. Her thirteenth one to be exact and completely unremarkable. Her mother stuffed her into a dress two sizes too small, accompanied by the furrowed brows of disapproval and invasive pokes and prods over her tumm...
It was between him and her, and her and her, and like always I was caught in between, a bottle of bourbon trapped between my thighs while I nursed the glass—the alcohol burned fresh paths down my throat, drawing parallels with the scars that ran down my a...
Mesmerised Haunted These indolent moments That drive mad men madder These sorrowful charms You raze all that's not worthy Still, I lay myself at your feet Like a lamb to the wolf Like a single flame to the sun On night's dark wings silence spoke Sweet dea...
At night I weep with heart's despair, Is there no one for me? To share thy life, mine evening prayer, One last first kiss by thee. Behold, sweet Patience doth surprise, Oh my, thou look my way; Thine eyes they linger, passions rise, Prayers answered on th...
You glance around the room, noting that the clock on the wall indicates midnight is approaching. You will remain until the new year starts. You feel the need to reboot yourself. To look forward to some sort of awakening. But you certainly have no wish for...
It all began with something moving in my bubble tea—something too round to be a bug and too sparkly to be boba: a diamond ring. Glancing around the cafe didn't help me figure out how it had gotten there, nor did poking at it with my straw or looking under...
For the first time, a month after her twenty-second birthday, Maria, shadowed by her mother, greeted guests arriving at their seaside residential compound. Year in, year out, this was the most exclusive New Year’s Eve party on Earth. Yet one so shrouded i...
early mornings make me wonder if sunlight can still graze your ebony skin though your golden soul has long departed I know I should not be doubting these things but I can't not think of your eternal journey away from me, you see? on the narrow path to hea...
