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The Love You Give
The Love You Give
The Love You Give
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The Love You Give is a short story from the upcoming anthology of the same name. Langa is an adolescent girl whose adult responsibilities have forced her to come of age and be a mother to her two young siblings. The journey to early adulthood helps her navigate and explore the village life from an undistorted viewpoint. The quandaries of her cherished world lead to startling discoveries yet visibly luminous. Perhaps, the biggest lesson of them all being the Love You Give.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMeluleki Weza
Release dateJun 23, 2023
ISBN9798215858851
The Love You Give
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Meluleki Weza

Born and raised in Hwange, Zimbabwe, 15 February 1995. I began my writing aspirations at the age of 15 and currently (2015) working on my first official novel, possible to be released next year and to be summed up by another mystery story under the Lawrence and Caleb mysteries, a sequel to the short story : Lucky number.

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    The Love You Give - Meluleki Weza

    The Love You Give by Meluleki Weza

    Copyright 2023 Meluleki Weza

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    The Love You Give

    Thabo and Sindi were right in the middle of their beautiful but rather noisy slumber when the knock at the door shook the sundry ideas out of my oblivious mind and the hair at the back of my head stood too. I wasn't the one to be alarmed and on rare occasions when it did happen, something sinister was creeping close. Perhaps it was the panic carried by the banging of the door. I had survived enough ominous nights with my little siblings more than my dear loving mother would have cared to remember. There was an old cooking stick which I kept close to the corner of the door and also served as a weapon, needless to say in sentimental value only as the idea that something could be turned to in times of trouble gave us all a profound sense of comfort. Especially me.

    Who is there! I blurted.

    I could hear the heavy breathing from the other side of the door which echoed in rhythm with my elusive control of the heartbeat. Through the vertical spacious caveats of the door, which were made up by the gaps in between the makeshift local vimila tree planks that formed the structure, I

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