Mphatlalatsane
Meagan Peters ’18
the bank of the river. Soon B and C were far behind them.
“Why are you coming, T?” H suddenly asked.
T shrugged and mumbled something. H paused
and leaned closer. T cleared his throat and tried again,
“Because…because I remember light…real light.”
Soon, they were below the Bridge. It was then that they realized
their mistake. By following the bank, they were now below the
Bridge. Facing a long and slippery slope to the entrance of the
Bridge. But H was determined, she rolled up her sleeves and
began to climb – pulling on weeds and grasping at roots to pull
herself up. T followed much more slowly. Several times, one
or the other slid. Once, H mis-stepped and slid into T. They
froze, both trembling, until she got back her breath and kept
climbing. A while later, T almost fell all the way down the bank
when a tree root gave way. But H stopped and waited for him.
Finally, they pulled themselves up onto the road. For several
minutes, they lay on the ground – too exhausted to stand. But
something made H look