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Knighted Again – Ch.15 | KT OLLA

SAMBA had a small rethink when she got up to walk with Collins. She hesitated a moment, then her man figured it was about the duo.

He knew the lady was being anxious about Vickie and Nile, thinking they might find it a bit hard to get her.

‘Oh you’re worried ’bout them finding us? I mean, Es & Em.

‘Well, I’ve got somebody on that. The moment they’re through, I’ll be informed. You don’t need to worry, Samba.’

Samba looked at him and nodded. She smiled when she saw he’d got this mapped out. That he’d got the walk planned.

So she smiled after the thought. ‘Thank you, Collins.’

The dude looked at her and said nothing. He only smiled like he knew.

Thus the two new friends stood and walked round the grand palace, stamping down in sands of time their first steps together—

Walking and talking from parks to gardens, to lawns and lanes...

It was like they’d known each other since birth.

Sand and Muse were done in about half an hour. So Collins helped the duo meet their manager.

Samba saw the young ones return with a face she’d never seen them wear.

They appeared pretty much serious for a pair of young friends that they were...

They looked so stern and serious that it was almost frightening.

Vickie held her fist very hard like she was crushing a stone to pieces. Then Nile’s eyes stared into space, and looked like they saw no one.

It was as though the friends had arrived from an uninhabited planet.

The Sand and Muse team got back into their van and rode out of the palace in no time.

Then it was not the young little ones driven into palace that left the same place. For Nile and Vickie grew older some plenty years.

Samba George sat and watched in silence as she chauffeured the stars back to town.

She was too bothered to ask a thing, so she wondered what they heard that changed them.

But Nile and Vickie weren’t blackmailed or threatened. Nor were they initiated into occult – like all the thoughts in Samba’s head.

No, they couldn’t be touched.

But then, Es and Em were made to hear a secret which only King Maqwela knew in all Cape Islands.

And the 40-year-old told the youngsters this, only because they were ministers.

Now the weight of that story... it made two kids turn adult.

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