Thandiwe sat by the window of her small Johannesburg apartment, watching the sunset paint the city in hues of gold and pink. Her daughter, Lihle, was sprawled on the carpet, coloring a picture of a house. For the past seven years, Thandiwe’s life had revolved entirely around Lihle, her laughter and tears filling the void left by a failed marriage. She had convinced herself that love was a chapter she would never revisit.
Her best friend, Ayanda, had other ideas. “You need to get out, Thandi,” Ayanda had insisted one evening. “There’s a world out there beyond work and Lihle. You deserve to be happy too.”
Thandiwe had laughed it off, but Ayanda persisted and signed her up for a community book club at the library. “Books are safe,” Ayanda teased. “But who knows? Maybe you’ll find more than stories.”
At the first meeting, Thandiwe felt out of place. The group was lively, discussing classics she hadn’t read since high school. She kept to herself until the group leader, Themba, asked her opinion about the book. His voice was warm and encouraging, pulling her out of her shell.
Over the weeks, Thandiwe found herself looking forward to the meetings. Themba was kind, witty, and attentive, always noticing when she was unusually quiet or had something on her mind. He’d once brought Lihle a box of crayons after hearing Thandiwe mention her love for drawing.
One evening, after the group had dispersed, Themba lingered. “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked. She nodded, and they strolled in the cool evening air.
“You know,” he said, hesitating slightly, “you have this light about you. It’s... calming. I think you don’t realize how much joy you bring to people around you.”
Thandiwe felt her cheeks warm. “I haven’t felt that way in a long time,” she admitted. “It’s been just me and Lihle for so long. I’m not sure I know how to let anyone else in.”
“You don’t have to rush,” he said, his smile gentle. “But if you’re open to it, I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe over coffee?”
For the first time in years, Thandiwe felt her heart flutter. “I’d like that,” she said.
As months passed, Themba became a steady presence in their lives. He was patient, understanding that Lihle was her priority. He would sit with Lihle as she drew, listening to her animated stories while Thandiwe cooked. Slowly, he became part of their little family.
One evening, as they sat under the stars on a picnic blanket, Themba turned to Thandiwe. “You thought you’d never find love again,” he said softly, taking her hand. “But love has a way of finding us when we least expect it.”
Tears filled her eyes as she realized how true his words were. Her heart, once closed off, was now open and full—ready to embrace the love she thought she’d lost forever.
