INTRODUCTION
Her sun-bleached hair blew in the wind as she rode her bicycle. The old fashioned one, where you had to push the pedals backwards to stop.
The herdsmen were bringing the cattle in for the night. Little did she know a storm was brewing. To her eyes, the sky was clear. The mountain range that surrounded the farm gleamed with a bluish-hue, she never drew it with a grey pencil. The mountains stretched out as far as the eye could see, and in her mind it was blue.
She didn’t see the bull, he caught sight of her as she came around the corner. She was by far more interesting than his kraal that day.
He snorted, and ran. The oldest son of the herdsman screamed at the top of his voice, he rammed into the side of the huge beast with his shoulder. His father whistled.
The chain had come off her bicycle, too shocked to move, she watched as the long pointed horns stopped inches from her face.
The bull snorted, the younger man smacked him with a stick. He joined the others.
Inkosi looked at the girl, eyes the colour of the sky, and hair that of a sunrise. They didn’t dare smile at each other, a subtle nod, was all the communication they needed.
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