Under the Night Sky Approaching the pozzie, they heard voices and the crackle of fire on the other side of the fence. Sipho was the last to squeeze between the broken planks. In the flickering light from the dancing flames, he immediately recognized the gang’s leader, Lucas. Vusi was there too, standing close to the fire with a prong in his hand. The smell of sausages made Sipho feel terribly hungry. “Heyta, magents! So, gentlemen, my sausages called your stomachs!” Vusi’s voice sounded quite friendly. Lucas greeted them as well. He made no comment on Sipho being there. It seemed he was accepted. Another boy was sitting on the ground near the fire. Crouching down near him and stretching his hands out toward the warmth, Sipho recognized Joseph in his army jacket. Joseph lifted one hand and waved it toward him. “So you came with Jabu! That’s good,” he said. His voice was slightly hoarse and slurred. In his other hand he was holding something, which he brought up to his face.
