By Osward M. Mtshali

I saw them clobber him with kieries I heard him scream with pain like a victim of slaughter; I smelt fresh blood gush from his nostrils, and flow in the street. I walked into the church and knelt in the pew ―Lord I love you. I also love my neighbour. Amen. I came out my heart as light as an angle‘s kiss on the cheek of a saintly soul. Back home I strutted past a crowd of onlookers. Then she came in My woman neighbour: Have you heard ? They‘ve killed your brother.‖ O No! I heard nothing. I‘ve been to church.‖