It was a quiet winters night in the Township of Soweto.

I was all alone in this quiet creepy old house that was built back in the 80’s. During the Apartheid times. This little 4 room house was built by my grandpa and before he died he promised me he’d look over me from the Heavens above if i promised him that i would never sell the house or anything inside it.The last time i came to this house was 5 months ago. The house smelt of dusty furniture and dead rats that had died in the ceiling.I spotted a newspaper on the coffee table next to the brown leather sofa that was facing the old box TV directly.

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The electricity had gone out about 4hours ago so i lit a small candle and put it on the floor next to the front door of the house. I made a cup of tea and i sat down and read the newspaper. The old Rooibos tea tasted like coke that was very hot.(164)The reason why i came to this house was to meditate and come up with a plan without my feelings interrupting.I had lost something very special and valuable in my life.

The worst thing was that that special something had moved on and seeing that special thing hurt me a lot.The door,there was my answer. The brown wooden door leading to the front porch of the house. There is was all i had to do was open it in order to see the light at the end of this very dark tunnel that i was trapped in.(100)The key to that brown door was somewhere special. The last time that door was opened was on Christmas 5 years back when we had our annual family get together. That was my first idea.I had to get that jewel back by the 25th of December.

All i had to do was open that door in order to see the brighter side of the long tunnel. (67)There was my plan that lead to my goal. All because of that door. The brown door that smelt of glory and happiness. All i had to do was find the key to open the door and the determination i had lead me to her heart and that is where the golden key was.

I acknowledge my grandparents for showing me the way into the light and for looking over me and helping me come up with a plan.(410)words