Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

I had no idea why my brother was sneaking out every night… until I followed him. At first, I ignored it. Same time every night. Same silence. Like something was pulling him out of the house. No explanations. No clues. Just gone. So one night, I followed him. He didn’t look back once. He walked past our street… past the last houses… straight into the dark fields. No phone. No friends. No reason. Then he stopped. Right in the middle of nowhere. No lights. No sound. Just him standing ther