Night

by Casey Christie

PARTURE: JOHANNESBURG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT IN 60 MINUTES. TERMINAL A GATE 09. LEAVE PRIVATE ARMS. PARK SAPF AIRPORT GARAGE. ENDS.

  “Zulu, it’s time.”

  Shaka said his affectionate goodbyes to his Zulu Lion and left the room.

  Night took Wamba’s magnificent head in his arms, kissed his crown gently and whispered: “I will see you again soon my friend. In this life or the next, but not yet, not… just… yet. I love you boy and thank you. Thank you for saving our Lisa.”

  Lumina. Drive. Nandos. The Zulu had to eat after so much emotion. Night too was also starving but didn’t let on. He enjoyed the lightness of the moment in being able to tease his best friend for always eating. The great Zulu warrior managed two whole chickens and a side of fries.

  “One celebratory chicken for your marriage and one celebratory chicken for the courage of the brave Zulu Lion” he had declared with much pomp and ceremony.