Int'engekhoyo

Lwazi closed his eyes. The music shifted, the bass dropping into a deep, meditative loop. For the first time, he didn't feel lonely in the silence. He realized that wanting "what is missing" was just another way of being alive—a reminder that there is always more to discover, even in the shadows.

Every day, he walked the path toward the village square, watching the people. He saw the elders sharing tobacco, their laughter rich and full, yet there was a silence behind their eyes that mirrored the song. He saw the children chasing a deflated ball, their joy immense, yet fleeting. Int'engekhoyo

She pointed to the horizon where the sun had finally disappeared. The stars weren't out yet, and the blue of the sky was turning to an infinite, deep black. Lwazi closed his eyes