Note: If you have not read the first installment of Fikile’s Letter, kindly click here to read now. September sixteenth. I remembered him. His hair was shorter, his beard a little fuller, but I remembered him. He was standing there holding a white board with the words “Forever September Fifteenth” scribbled on it in his...

Click to read part I My relationship with my parents was generally peaceful. I rarely stepped out of line and always brought home good grades. My father was often busy with work. He and I only spoke when I needed something or when he would ask me about sports that I didn’t care for...

I have been in love only once in my life. You cannot describe the feeling to anyone who has never felt it for themselves and for a person like me, a person who has always been afraid of making a fool of himself and has taught himself how to make sure he is always...