Names are central to the identity of most people.
Siya waited until the last person had made their way towards the front of the bus before standing up, readjusting her jacket around her slim hips and swinging her satchel over one shoulder as she had seen the stylish models do in old copies of Drum magazine.
You deserve to be loved unconditionally, for exactly who you are. I, unfortunately, have conditions...
I love them. They test me, but I love them.