Brenda

Tuesday

It was 5 o’clock in the morning, I could hear her coming closer. She was singing on the top of her voice, meandering down the street. First it sounded like a Brenda Fassie song, but that could have just been her accent. She got closer and closer, louder and louder. I started to giggle in my bed, as the man below shouted from outside his window in utter frustration. He said, “shut up”. She promptly replied, “No! I don’t want to shut up, its morning time and its time to get up”. She continued to sing down the road her voice slowly faded into the distance, and I went back to sleep.