Chapter 1 (part1)
The rain throbbed hard upon the metal roof. It made a piercing sound that sent a shiver down the spine, although rhythmically pounding like the beat of the authentic, ethnic, spiritual drum of the Kalanga. Everything musical made sense again as the water trickling down slowly but surely became a never ending hose as Katlego became tired of replacing the bucket to collect the water. Her mother was too busy to replace the roof. She was never in the village. She was too busy in town trying to support her and her drunkard stepfather, Moses.
Katlego despised her stepfather. There he was, snoring away on the couch. Out like a light! Probably he spent all their money last night, drinking the night away. It would only mean that tonight she had to prepare to go out and provide for him. She sat there, nursing the wound she got from the last time she went out providing.
“Sick creep!”
She cursed, and wiped her teary eyes and wished it would rain endlessly so she would not have to go out. She longed for her mother. If only she was here to be the wife and not her, to be her mother and not her. Moses let out a yawn. She shuddered. The whole house reeked of him. His mouth had a pungent smell and she wasn’t sure of the last time he took a bath. His mouth was also dirty. He would curse her until the rise of dawn, and only then it would be because he would be sleeping the kind of sleep dead men slept. It needed to be washed out with soap as her late grandmother would say. But not enough soap on the world, she always thought. People only ever spoke to him because he had money, her mother’s money, and the money she herself worked for. She let out another curse and heavy tear plummeted down her scarred cheek. She wiped it quickly. If he woke and saw her crying, he would pound her like meat. He told her she was supposed to keep a happy face in case her mother or visitors suddenly dropped by, then again it looked highly unlikely that he would wake any time soon because it looked as if the bar was restocking today because of him. The whole village dubbed him “the Key” that closed the bar as he was the last to leave night after night. He always gave an excuse that he didn’t have any wife to go home to. That was an exception to the prostitutes he mingled with every month. Katlego did not have the energy to tell her mother, she wouldn’t believe her anyways on her once a year trip back home to see them.
Katlego never knew her father. The story with her mother was that he abandoned them before she was born. He could not take the pressures of fatherhood. She was thirteen now. Her mother only just married her step father a year ago. A match made in heaven? That is for anyone to decide.
Moses came from a dysfunctional family but also very wealthy as they owned the only garage in the village. Him and his four brothers were trained to fix cars and never went to formal school because their father saw no use. Here he was making tonnes of money without an education, so his sons need not waste time and follow in his footsteps. Secretly he wished to go to school like all his friends and learn how to read and write. Besides, all the girls in the village liked a boy who talked education, who could hold an intelligent conversation, spoke fluent English and definitely not smelt of grease and had smelly armpits from working all day in the sun. He used to fantasize entering a classroom and having classmates and teachers. The only girlfriends he only ever had liked him for his money, so they combined him with an educated fellow who actually had a future. Moses resented his father for denying him education.
It's nice how you placed the history or the family background of Moses, so it'll helps us to fully understand his actions and attitudes throughout the entire plot. Though I'm really intrigue why you titled this 'Song'. 
