Kgothi's Secrets to God

The sun is disappearing into the clouds and the village is getting quiet. So what I see is nothing but myself sitting under jacarandas tree reading a small exercise book and two couples sitting next to me. What amaze me is that this two couples are also reading a small exercise and that they don't want to move except holding each other's hands time after time. The book they are reading was here before they be here because I am the one who left it on that bench by a mistake. Actually, that book is my diary and it have my deepest secrets in it. Besides, no one is allowed to touch it or to read it but they are reading it. Perhaps I must go before they realize that it is mine. "Kgothi!", it is my grandmother, she is calling me.