Hopeless Places
Hopeless Places
Hopeless Places
Chapter 1
I’ve had a lot of heartbreaks but this one takes the cup.
It’s 5pm and I’m in a pub I don’t even know, I just saw
someone who looked drunk coming out and made my
way here, in my work uniform. I’m two shots in and all
the pain just flooded back in. I liked Tom, I really did. We
were strong for four months and I honestly saw myself
walking down the aisle. I let my guard down, I thought I
was safe, I left no room for disappointment. He was
mine, I was so sure of it, until I received that phone call.
Oh, that phone call!
“I need another shot,” I say to the bartender.
He gives me a judgmental look before serving me.
Some people don’t know how to mind their fuckin’
business.
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CHAPTER 2
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CHAPTER 3
I spent the last six days obsessing about the Hadebes, I
was paranoid everyday thinking someone would show
up at work and ask me questions. But as Mr X promised,
nothing has happened. What I did was scandalous but it
didn’t make it to the media, I guess they’ve fixed their
reputation and moved on.
It’s my payday, I’m going home to see my mom. With the
extra money that I hustled on the side, I’m going to add
more to the grocery money than I usually do. I’m not a
breadwinner at home, I only contribute whatever I want
to contribute, my mother receives disability grant and
that’s solely what she raised me up with.
I call him when the taxi gets closer to my stop and ask
that he sends Thami to come and help me carry. Thami
comes after Zola, they’re over a decade apart, he’s
currently doing Grade 11. He’s a humble child, we invite
him to visit us during school holidays. I find him already
waiting with a wheelbarrow. He helps the taxi driver to
offload everything. In Mthonjaneni you pay for a ride and
pay for your groceries, each heavy item gets charged for
like it was also a passenger. I wait for the driver to count
how much me and my grocery cost, I end up paying
R65. I need to win a car, I’m going to continue entering
card-scratching competitions because this is daylight
robbery.
Thami is a typical boy child, I’m asking him for an
update, like who fought with who and who’s pregnant,
but he just shrugs and says nothing much is happening
in the village. My aunt will give me a detailed update.
My mom hears my voice as I walk through the door and
smiles. She knows my voice, she can tell when I’m
standing next to her; we have a magical connection. I
thank my uncle everyday for not abandoning her when
my grandmother died, instead he got married and
moved his wife in with my mother. His wife is the primary
caregiver, I didn’t believe in angels before meeting this
woman but now I do.
They all walk me to the taxi stop and wait for transport
with me. I’m sure Zola didn’t wash my work uniform, I’m
going to start another pile of laundry when I get to turn
house. Saying goodbye to my family is always hard
even though I see them every month.
I arrive in town and buy a few things for tomorrow’s
lunch and fried chicken for dinner. Zola is not a fan of
cooking, I’m sure she survived on bread the whole
weekend. I always feel good when I’m coming from
home. My uncle strongly believes in ancestors, he
makes little speeches in the alter before you go. That
just boosts my level of confidence and feeling safe.
I know my ancestors are with me. I get off the taxi, it’s a
bit dark, but I bravely cross the road and head to my
rented house. Zola has already left, the light is off.
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CHAPTER 5
ZOLA
She’s at work, she said she will come back and get
ready to meet MaMkhwanazi. If this thing escalates from
here families may end up getting involved. My father
gets physically sick when Nale do things like this. I’m
going to tell Nzalo the truth.
My phone rings. I take it out thinking it’s Nzalo, but it’s
her.
“Hey mzala,” I answer.
“Hey, can I ask for a favor?”
“Sure.” I expect some crazy shit, she’s not up to any
good these days.
“Please iron my black formal skirt and floral shirt. I have
decided that I’m a born-again Christian, I don’t slaughter
or involve myself in such things. I’m not going to
participate in the cleansing ritual but I will go and meet
the wife,” she says.
“Okay.” I just want to cut the phone call short. It sounds
like a great plan but it’s only going to work today.
I’m not going to let her go there and play with the wife’s
feelings. But I will iron her clothes, I don’t want her to be
suspicious of anything.
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CHAPTER 6
NALENHLE
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CHAPTER 7
XOLANI HADEBE
NALENHLE
ZOLA
I’ve been trying to call Nale all day but her phone is on
voicemail. Nzalo said he left her in the house and he’d
call as soon as he’s with her. I’m still waiting for him to
call. Nale needs to come back, tomorrow is Monday. I
have taken care of Xolani, I told him where to get off. I’m
just not sure he understood everything I was saying. He
looked lost the whole time. He didn’t look like the man I
pictured in my head. He denied ever threatening Nale,
and knowing how my cousin is, it’s possible that she
exaggerated some of the things. I’d be embarrassed if
that’s the case.
My phone rings. It’s Nzalo, finally!
“Hello,” I answer.
“Umh, Nale is not here,” he says.
I get up on my feet. How can Nale not be there?
“Where is she?” I ask.
“I’m not sure but it looks like she took a bath and used
her lotions in the bedroom. Her bag is on the bed but
she didn’t leave any note,” he says.
Nzalo took Nale here yesterday because we all felt like it
wasn’t safe after she said she received Mr X’s
threatening messages. His house is safe, supposedly.
How is it now possible that Nale is not even there but
somewhere else and he doesn’t even know?
“Your uncle was here, looking for her. He denied pretty
much everything and left peacefully. So if Nale isn’t with
him, then it’s you who knows where she is. You’re her
only two enemies, minus the village ones.”
“I will get back to you, I have to check the cameras
across the driveway,” he says.
“Okay,” I’m stressed again.
I don’t know where she could be. I’ve removed Mr X as
a threat in my head. I wouldn’t even know who to
suspect if anything happens to her.
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It’s late but not that late. I thought I’d come back before
5pm but it’s almost 7:30pm. The cab drops me outside
the gate, I still have the keys in my purse. I unlock the
goat and drag myself inside. I’m exhausted, I wish I can
go straight to bed but there’s still an issue of my work
uniform. I’m not even sure that sleeping here again is a
good idea.
Fuck whoever it is that’s calling me.
Oh, it’s Zola.
“Mzala,” I answer.
“Jeez, we’ve been worried sick about you. Where were
you?”
“Urgh, don’t even ask. I’m tired, I want to sleep,” I say.
“You have to come back, I sorted Mr X out, he won’t
bother you again.”
“How?” I’m confused.
“He came here and I almost broke a broom on his
head,” she says.
“What?” I don’t believe her.
It takes years for Zola to get to a point where she’d put
her hands on a person.
“I doubt he will ever come near you again,” she says.
I’m going to hear this story well once I get to her. We
chat a bit, then I drop the call and proceed, walking
through the door.
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CHAPTER 8
NALENHLE
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ZOLA
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CHAPTER 10
ZOLA
SKHUNDLA THABETHE
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CHAPTER 11
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CHAPTER 12
NALENHLE
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CHAPTER 13
NALENHLE
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CHAPTER 14
NALENHLE
AT THE HADEBES
I make my way inside, just two steps from the door his
Fougere scent hits my nose. I pause and contemplate
what my next step is. Before I can make up my mind,
Zola raises her eyes and calls my name. I thought we
agreed that he’s now our mutual enemy. I take a deep
breath and proceed. Zola stands up, she’s already
dressed for work and holding her bag. I feel betrayed
and she’s just smiling at me.
“See you tomorrow,” she says and walks out, leaving me
with the serial killer.
I wrap my earphones and put them inside my bag. I’m
not looking at him but I can feel his burning stare on me.
I sit on the couch and take off my work jacket.
“Hello,” he says.
I don’t respond, I start fixing my jacket’s zip.
He chortles, “You’re still angry at me?”
I finally raise my eyes to him. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing. How are you?” he asks.
“I’m fine, just tired and not in the mood.”
“I can see,” he says.
“So what do you want?” I ask.
“I want us to reconcile. So I’m here to say I’m sorry, what
I did to you was wrong. Truce?” He’s so quick to shout
truce, I haven’t even done all my annoyed facial
expressions.
“I don’t like it when you don’t talk to me,” he says.
His voice could’ve deceived me into thinking he’s being
genuine, but I'm not naive.
“We don’t talk like that, we don’t even call each other.” I
don’t understand why he’s making it sound like we are
regular chat buddies. We only talk when we see each
other.
“It’s different to not talk because we are busy from not
talking because you’re angry at me,” he says.
Don’t be flattered, Nale.
“Okay,” I say with a straight face.
“You forgive me?”
“Yes, I just said okay.”
Here I am, giving him another chance to let his
stepmother disrespect me.
“Now can you leave the jacket alone and look at me,” he
says.
I look up with a light frown. Is he trying to control me
now? Am I one of his employees?
“I missed you,” he says.
“Oh well, I can’t say the same because I’ve been too
busy to think about insignificant things.” I was home, I
forgot he existed before walking in and finding him on
our couch. What was his name again?
“So you didn’t cry?” he asks.
Zola is testing me. We just got our bond strengthened at
home, why would she betray me like that?
He laughs. “Don’t be embarrassed, I’d be upset too if I
didn’t see my face for a week.”
Pshhhh! His face is not even that cute.
“You’re so full of yourself, I need to freshen up and
cook.” I get off the couch and take my jacket.
He picks the TV remote, I don’t think he’s going to leave
anytime soon.
“What can I watch here?” he asks, turning the TV on.
Zola and I haven’t paid our DSTV bill, we are still
planning to. It’s not like we watch TV everyday, most of
the times we are at work and our subscription goes to
waste.
“Other channels are locked but you can watch Channel
100,” I say.
He switches to it. I don’t think he understands what I just
said, rich man’s son never had his channels locked by
DSTV due to unpaid bills. I won’t explain anything, this is
a little welcome to the real world.
I freshen up and pick a dress I normally don’t wear to be
indoors. It fairly shapes out my body, which I’m not trying
to show off. That’s not my intention at all, I just want to
put on a dress that I bought with my hard-earned money.
I cover my head because I’m too lazy to style my hair.
Oh, he’s switched the TV off.
He looks up as I walk in. “Why did you make me watch a
promo channel?”
“It’s the only channel we have available at the moment,
you get to watch everything in one place.” Isn’t that so
cool?
“Do you guys ever pay for this TV?” he asks.
“No, we are very poor.” I walk past, making my way to
the kitchen.
Is he really not going to stop me and offer me a
restaurant dinner?
I look back, he’s looking at his phone, not at me. Sigh! I
dressed up for nothing.
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CHAPTER 16
ZOLA
I thought I was doing a good thing. I have a loving family
that I’m very close with, that’s what I want for him too.
But I’m starting to feel like maybe I’m making a mistake.
This little investigation I motivated him to do has put an
emotional strain on him. He’s tense, I can see from his
flexed jaw as he drives me home from work. I tried
turning him down but he insisted, saying he’s
uncomfortable with his woman taking taxis early in the
morning. I guess he forgets that this is the life I’ve been
living since I was in my early 20s.
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CHAPTER 17
NALENHLE
There’s a dessert, she went all out for me. Nzalo doesn’t
eat dessert, so he goes to check their geyser as
requested. Msindisi eats everything and leaves no
crumbs, then gets a phone call that he takes outside. I’m
left with MaMkhwanazi, craving something stronger than
the drinks we have on the table.
“You look very young, how old are you?” she asks.
“I’m 26,” I say.
“You could’ve been with Msindisi. He’s your age group.”
I’m not sure what to make of her statement. I’m not
attracted to Msindisi and he’s not attracted to me. Who
said I want to be with someone of my age group?
“We are not dating yet, we are still getting to know each
other,” I say.
“Oh, please!” She chuckles, “You’ve been in and out of
Thobile’s house practicing to be his wife. I just hope
you’re not with him because you think he’s going to take
you out of poverty.”
This is what I was expecting from the start, her true
colors.
“I don’t come from poverty. I come from an average
family, both my cousin and I work and earn decent
salaries so we don’t marry men for money.” I hope she
caught that sub, it’s hers.
“Don’t you work at NU? General workers earn R6.5k,
that’s not a decent salary given that you are renting and
have a single, disabled parent,” she says.
I hate it when people bring up my mother to prove and
support their argument. My mother receives grant from
the government and my aunt gets compensated for
being the guardian. I’m content with what I earn, I have
never eyed and hated my line manager, MaKhoza, for
her position and what she earns….right?
“Is Nokuzola related to you?” she asks.
I’m confused. How does she know her name and what’s
her business?
“Yes,” I say.
“She needs to be careful with the man she’s with. You
also need to be careful, that’s why I approve of you
spending time with my son. I wouldn’t want anything bad
to happen to you.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I know Xolani, we all do, there’s a reason why we don’t
want him closer to us. He doesn’t take opposing views
and he certainly doesn’t take betrayal. You betrayed
him, that’s why he’s using your cousin to get closer to
you and your family, he’s planning his revenge.”
“No, that’s not true.” It can’t be.
She sips her drink with a mocking grin.
“You’re so young ngane yami!”
“Mr X is not a bad person,” I insist.
“Well, I know him better than you do, he’s my children’s
uncle.”
“He is your ex, that’s why you don’t like him,” I say the
truth. Zola told me about this woman, she’s a devil that
wears high heels and sings Hallelujah.
She’s shocked and worried about her surroundings,
checking if neither Msindisi nor Nzalo are at an ear
distance hearing this. “So he’s now telling people that he
was my ex? I’m keeping quiet because I’m protecting his
image. If we go back there I’d have to tell people why we
broke up, why I have scars that will never heal and
attending therapy.”
“But you betrayed him.” I don’t know why she’s trying to
be a victim.
“Sbusiso saved me from the devil. I’m only telling you
because I care about Nzalo and since he cares about
you, you have to be safe. I’m sure he’s painted himself
as the saint to you and your cousin. He didn’t mention
that he’s a rapist.”
I’m triggered. No matter how much I like a person but
once there’s rape involved, I turn into a hater with
immediate effect.
I take a deep breath, “What are you talking about?”
}} “We broke up because he raped me, everyday. I was
helpless, he was stronger than I am. He was always
angry at his family and taking it out on me. He is a very
violent man, I wouldn’t wish what he did to me even on
my worst enemy.”
“Did you press charges?” I ask.
“I didn’t want him to go to jail. You know how silly you
can be when you’re in love. I believe he was going to
change but he never did. I cried to his family, asking for
help, and that’s how I got to know Sbusiso. He helped
me a lot, medically and mentally. We fell in love and he
showed me how a woman is treated like, Xolani didn’t
take it well. He can’t accept his mistakes and be happy
for people who are happy without him,” she says.
I don’t think she genuinely likes me for Nzalo but I can
put that aside. I hold her hand, the way I hold my
mother’s. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. No
woman deserves that kind of trauma.”
“Don’t worry, I’m good. I’m really good, Nalenhle. I’m in a
better place, I found a good husband and most
importantly I found God. I just don’t want my children to
know all this. I still want to protect his image from them,
even though they don’t like him for all that he’s done in
front of them, but telling them what he really did would
destroy their relationship with him for good.”
“It’s not your job to protect his reputation,” I’m so mad.
“I know, trust me. But I’m a wife kwaHadebe, I have to
build this family, not destroy it. That’s just how it is.”
She’s a better person than I am.
“Enough with sob stories. Guess what? Nzalo told me
that you enjoy lokhu okubabayo and I bought a bottle,
just in case I like you.” She stands up, smiling.
“So you like me?” I ask.
“What’s there not to like about you? I’m coming back.”
I’m quite shocked. Isn’t she a devoted Christian? How
did she even go to a liquor store? My word, God is going
to punish me.
She comes back with the bottle and a glass of red wine
already poured. But she’s holding its bowl, not stem. I
don’t like my wine held like that, her fingerprints are all
around the glass now.
I pick another glass, no offense but she should’ve let me
pour it for myself.
“No, I already…” she says.
“You can have that one, God doesn’t say don’t drink.
Phuza kodwa ungadakwa.” I take the bottle and pour
mine, then raise it for a toast.
“I don’t drink but cheers,” she clicks on my glass and
puts it down.
She’s not bad as I thought, this ended with a good glass
of wine.
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I’m a bit tipsy and sad. I have no choice but to tell Zola
what kind of a man she’s dating. We can’t have a rapist
around us. We are in Thobile’s house, I think he brought
me here instead of his house because I wasn’t
comfortable in his house when he took me there.
“Your uncle is really trying to get to me,” I randomly think
out loud.
He looks at me with a slight frown, “Where is this coming
from?”
“It’s just making sense in my head now. I need to refund
him his money,” I say.
“He’s not petty,” he defends him.
Are my ears deceiving me?
“So you’re on his side now?” I ask.
“No, but I know him, he’s my uncle. I’m not saying he’s
wealthy but he’s definitely even forgotten that he once
transferred some cents to you. He doesn’t care about
the situation, he wasn’t even sorry about it when I
confronted him,” he says.
“If you say so.” I’m not resting this case before I get my
cousin out of that relationship.
He lifts me off the couch and pulls my arms up to his
shoulders.
“You were great today,” he says.
“So you expected me to be dramatic and ruin the
dinner?” I’m quite offended because I’m normally a well
behaved young girl.
“I did and you proved me wrong, thank you.” He links his
forehead on mine and takes a deep breath.
“You know Nalenhle, I think you’re a blessing from my
father. The last couple of weeks could’ve been hard, I
lost an important person in my life, my last biological
parent. Meeting you, longing for your attention and
getting addicted to your presence, has helped me go
through grief. I thank you for that and I hope this is going
somewhere.”
“I’m happy to hear that.” I lift my hands to his face. He
lost his parent but didn’t shave. I’m not complaining
though, his beard makes him look mature.
“Can I come to your bed? I’m scared of sleeping alone.”
I roll my eyes, “You need a new book of tricks.”
I knew we would share a bed, we are together but not
really together-together.
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I forgot my working boots in the house, so I asked Nzalo
to bring me here so that I can grab them and proceed to
work. Our undefined relationship is going well but this is
one time that I leave a huge space for disappointment in
a relationship. I’m not in with both feet; I have one in and
one out.
Oh shit, Mr X is here.
“Your uncle!” I let out a sigh.
“Uze ekhweni, nami ngize ekhweni.” He’s joking about it.
I don’t want his uncle to be with Zola, this time I have a
valid reason. But I will respect MaMkhwanazi’s wishes
and not say anything about his past.
I kiss him and get out of the car. I don’t know if I’m going
to keep quiet and not say anything. I want to refund him
his money, maybe he will leave us alone.
I pass the sauve silver Urban Cruiser parked in front of
the door. Is Mr X moving in? Should I move out?
I walk in to Zola lying on the couch and reading a book.
“Where is he?” I ask.
She lifts her head up and looks at me confused. “Who?”
“Mr X,” I say.
“He’s at work.”
“But his car is outside.”
“I’m using it.”
“What????”
“He gave it to me.”
Oh no, this is bad.
“You have to give it back.”
She frowns, then laughs. “Mzala, no. Are you crazy?”
“He’s not what you think he is,” I say.
“Says who? MaMkhwanazi. Oh, please. Do you need a
lift?”
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CHAPTER 18
ZOLA
I got ready for my shift a while ago, I’ve been waiting for
Nale to come back so that we can conclude on our
earlier conversation. She just got back, she looks tired.
I’m sure waking up from a man’s place doesn’t make
your day at work easy. I mean, she probably ‘worked’ all
night in bed and then woke up and went to another
work.
“The car is still here,” she says.
“Where would it go? I told you that I’m going to keep it
and my relationship. How was your day?” I ask.
“I was tired and MaKhoza was annoying to the power of
2!” She throws her bag down and lies on the couch.
“But I feel like she likes you, hence you never suffer
short times like everyone else,” I say.
“I used to think to so, but no she doesn’t like me. I’m
only liked by Nzalo.” She’s in love. I’m also in love, but
we can’t even celebrate that.
“I talked to Xolani,” I say.
She raises her up, “About what?”
“The rape allegations,” I say.
“I didn’t ask you to tell him. Ah, you always do this Zola.”
“He’s my boyfriend, I had to know the truth.” I was going
to react to it, she also reacted and came to me after
hearing it.
“So directly asking him was your answer? Did you think
he was going to admit it if he did it?”
“He didn’t do it,” I say firmly.
“That’s not the point right now. You shouldn’t have ran to
him with what I told you I heard. I was warning you, you
could’ve looked for the truth any other way.”
Okay, I’m not here for the rising temper.
I have to leave.
“Xolani said he will keep his distance, tell Nzalo to do
the same,” I say.
“What did Nzalo do?” she asks.
“You don’t want Xolani around, I also don’t want Nzalo
around. It’s simple, both of them must stay away from
our living space,” I say.
“You’re being petty, Nzalo hasn’t been accused of rape
or any crime.”
“That’s the house rule ke, bye!” I have to go before we
get into a fight.
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CHAPTER 19
NALENHLE
He’s done, I have to tell him about the new house rules
because today I’m likely to find Zola still in the house-
I'm early. I still think it’s petty for Zola to ban him from
the house just because I did the same to Xolani. I had a
reason, she has none. I wouldn’t put anything past Mr X,
he’s the same man that was dumped over 100 years
ago and still gunning for his ex’s downfall. That says a
lot about his character. If someone dumped me, moved
on with someone close to me and then I blew up,
became successful in front of them, I’d be the happiest
woman alive. I'd be arriving in my Maybach in family
meetings and eating oysters in the living room.
“You can’t come to the house anymore,” I say.
“Why not? Do you have a man there?” he asks.
“No, we have new house rules,” I say.
He laughs, “You can’t be serious. I’m still going to pop in
and check if there’s any ntshebe trying to take you away
from me.”
“I’m serious Nzalo,” I say.
“Okay mam,” he says.
It’s easy because he’s got his own place, we will still
hang out together.
He’s in a delightful mood, he’s dancing with his head to
the music. It must be nice exploiting women for their
money. We are not safe as women.
He stops the car, takes out the keys and then climbs out
to open my door. I hope he hasn’t forgotten what I told
him just a few minutes ago.
“Zola is still home,” he says.
“Yeah, but where are you going?”
“Just seeing you off, don’t worry I won’t come with you.”
“Good!” I kiss him and bid goodbye.
Zola is still home, we can’t avoid each other forever.
Soon it will be Thami’s birthday and we’ll have to go
home together.
I walk in, she’s still making her lunchbox.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hi,” she says.
“How was your day?”
“Good. Yours?”
“Better than other days.”
Then silence…
We are in a very bad place and it’s not even necessary.
I walk away and hear a knock behind me. I look back
and stop dead on my tracks. I told him he can’t come
here anymore.
“Zowie Zee!” he’s walking in.
Zola looks at me, inquisitively. God, I told him not to
come.
“Hey Nzalo,” she says.
“Are you good?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says.
I’m glaring at him and he’s making sure not to turn his
eyes my way.
“Your cousin has banned me from this house. What’s
going on?”He’s fueling the situation, now Zola will think I
told him she said he mustn’t come here anymore
whereas I didn’t even bring her up because I would’ve
then needed to explain how it came to that point.
“What did she tell you?” she asks.
“That I can’t come here anymore,” he says.
“Well, Xolani can’t come either. Nale said she doesn’t
want him around so I told her not to bring you around as
well,” she says.
He finally turns his eyes to me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I shrug.
“Are two okay?”
Zola gives me a stare, I hold it.
“Fine,” she says and turns to him. “Your mother told her
that Xolani raped her back in the days, so she is mad.”
“What???” His brows furrow.
I didn’t say anything to anyone about this except Zola
because we tell each other everything…used to.
MaMkhwanazi said she doesn’t want Nzalo to know
because it will ruin his relationship with Xolani forever
and I was trying to respect that. But Zola with her
running mouth has told more than one person already.
“Nalenhle explain,” he says, evidently upset.
“Zola told me that MaMkhwanazi is Mr X’s ex-girlfriend
who dumped him for his brother. So when she started
accusing me of being with you for the wrong reasons I
brought that up and she explained to me what really
happened between her and Mr X.”
“When were they together?” He’s shocked, I doubt this
is something he’s ever suspected.
“Before your father,” I say.
“That was almost 10 years ago, why would he go around
telling people that a married woman was his ex? What is
the end goal?”
I look at Zola, she’s looking at me, we are both surprised
by the angle his anger is taking. I thought he’d be mad
that his beloved stepmother jumped from his uncle to his
father, but no.
“He had to explain why he hired me to cry at the funeral
to Zola, right? So he was just saying how the whole
thing started,” I say.
“Is that why he’s mad? Does he want her back?”
Umh, not a good question.
“No,” Zola says. “He was betrayed by your stepmother
and his brother. It’s not that he’s bitter about her leaving
him, but ending up with his brother and fuelling him to
turn against him and using his ideas to grow their
businesses.”
“He could’ve taken them to court. The last thing
babomncane is going to do is convincing me that he’s
the victim because he’s never acted like one. You can’t
be the drama and a victim at the same time. He’s the
one hiring side-chicks and telling people that he’s her
ex-boyfriend.”
“I think you’re too angry and not even trying to
understand where he’s coming from,” Zola.
I think I will stand this out and let the future aunt and
nephew argue it out. I’m too young for izindaba zemizi
yabantu.
“Zola, I will never say anything negative about any
member of my family. I don’t get along with him but I will
never talk shit about him to outsiders.”
“Maybe I’m an outsider that listens to him better than his
family,” Zola says.
“That’s okay, good for him. But he can keep
MaMkhwanazi out of it. She’s in her house, minding her
own business and not bothering him with anything.” He’s
always going to protect his stepmother. I’m even
surprised myself that he missed the part where
MaMkhwanazi stabbed his uncle in the back, together
with his father.
“Minding her own business by spreading lies about him
calling him a rapist? Do you know how damaging those
accusations are? His clubs and casino could close
down. Even Nale, the ordinary Nale, has canceled him.
What would happen if this goes viral?”
She’s got a point but she’s very stupid for calling me
ordinary Nale. I’m not ordinary, her unlaid edges on
those braids are ordinary.
“If he didn’t go around calling himself his ex, she
wouldn’t have said that," Nzalo.
“So that makes it okay?” she asks.
He sighs, “Look, I’m not saying it’s okay because I don’t
think he’s a rapist. But he needs to let it go, she was
probably in her early 30s, didn’t know any better and she
changed. If babomncane has any legal grievances he
must let the law handle it. I don’t know anything about
that, I wasn’t there.”
“I think the problem is that you guys never acknowledge
anything being done to him. But I’m not his
spokesperson, I was just explaining the situation
between Nale and I. However I will advise you to just
have a chat with him, just one chat.” She really cares
about Xolani.
“It never end well but for you I will see if I can see him
some time this week,” he says.
Well, at least one positive thing will come out of this.
“But I’m not going to stop coming here though,” he says.
Zola laughs, “You’re breaking the rules.”
“I’m your future nephew, you can’t use children in your
fights.” He comes to me, Zola has packed her lunch bag.
I hope she understands that he trespassed, I didn’t invite
him in.
“I have to go guys. Whatever happens, don’t do it on the
couch,” she walks out.
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CHAPTER 20
Maybe this is the first time in over two years that they
talk and separate without exchanging any harsh words.
Nzalo is overprotective of MaMkhwanazi, that’s one
thing he learned to understand and live with. Telling
them that MaMkhwanazi might have been behind their
biological mother’s death will shatter their world, but
when the time comes, he will do it. MaMkhwanazi knows
that he’s got people investigating Mazwi’s family, but
what she doesn’t know is that one of his people have
befriended the fiance. The closer she gets to the fiance
the better, she will loosen up and let her in on everything
that’s happening in her and daughter’s life.
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Nzalo’s next stop is home. It’s after dinner, Msindisi and
MaMkhwanazi are watching TV. They didn’t expect him
to pass by so late. He hugs MaMkhwanazi and kisses
her cheek, as usual. Then he pushes Msindisi’s
shoulder and sits next to him.
“Why are you here?” Msindisi asks.
“I’m in my parents’ house, I don’t need a reason,” he
says.
“We don’t have relationship advices.” Msindisi stands up
and goes to his room. He knows that whatever Nzalo
came for, it doesn’t concern him.
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CHAPTER 21
Zola doesn’t have all the details about how far they’ve
gone with this. He pulls up and heads straight to the
private lounge before calling the club manager, telling
him to grant her access to the lounge. He’s known
Robyn for a long time, they’ve worked on other projects
before, professionally. But their relationship didn’t end
there, they have explored certain areas privately too.
He’s not into her, it was all casual and consensually no-
string attached thing. She is undeniable a beautiful
woman, very stylish and confident. It wouldn’t surprise
him if she’s already best friends with the fiance. Robyn
goes for what she wants and gets it.
“X-man,” she says, strutting in her heels.
“I hope this is important,” he says and helps her sit
down.
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CHAPTER 22
NALENHLE
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CHAPTER 23
ZOLA
NALENHLE
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CHAPTER 24
ZOLA
NALENHLE
I sail into the land of dreams. I’m still in this house but
I’m not alone. There’s a woman with me, she’s in the
kitchen. I can’t see her face but it feels like I know her
and she knows me.
She stands against the counter and I start telling her
about the the grocery Nzalo bought. I’m in a dream but it
feels like real life. I tell her about Nzalo’s coffee
addiction, which she laughs off.
“But my house is always dark,” she says.
I can hear the wretchedness in her voice.
“They don’t cook, I’m always hungry.” She turns her
back to me after she’s said that.
There’s a vertical rack where all the pots are displayed.
She grabs one after another, opens the lid and looks
inside then throws it away. In the blink of an eye
everything turns chaotic, she’s throwing pots all around
the kitchen because they are empty.
I wake up, panting heavily. I look around, I’m lying on the
couch and there’s no other person in here. I get up and
rush to the kitchen. The pot rack looks untouched. It was
all a dream, there was no woman. Or was she? In spirit,
maybe.
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CHAPTER 25
NALENHLE
Today I’m going to Mr X’s house for the first time. Nzalo
is with me, I hope we are on time because she’s due for
her shift in an hour. I know there’s a possibility that
things might not work out. Zola wants to be with Mr X,
she needs this undefined feud going on to justify her
moving in with him. There’s no reason why she moved
out because we can not see each other if we want.
We’ve done it before; I left too early for my shift and she
came too late from hers. Then on weekends she can be
with him and I’d be with Nzalo. Problem solved!
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CHAPTER 26
ZOLA
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CHAPTER 27
ZOLA
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CHAPTER 28
NALENHLE
The door opens, this means she was already close by.
“You didn’t go to work again?” She’s walking in.
I’m still waiting for a shift change, I informed my
management that I no longer want to work at night. I’m
waiting for them to come back to me with a solution.
“No, I didn’t,” I say.
She throws down her bag, completely ignores Nzalo.
It’s weird when they’re fighting, I’m always in the middle
of it. She’s my cousin and Nzalo is a really cool guy, and
Xolani’s nephew on top of that.
“I asked Mr X about Robyn, has he said anything?”
WTF? I told her I want to deal with this in a very calm
manner. I’m not her, I don’t do things like that. This
explains his text message.
“You’re so annoying. I didn’t ask you to do that,” I’m
mad.
But she’s a bit tipsy, she’s laughing at me. Even if they
were doing something behind my back now they will be
extra careful because of her loose mouth.
“I wanted to see how he’d react and he looked shaken,”
she says.
“Nale, your whole relationship is threatened by a granny,
yet you’re all over my business. You want to confront
Xolani about Robyn but you can’t ask Nzalo here,
straight up, if there’s anything going on between him and
MaMkhwanazi.” I don’t see her putting the same energy
in her relationship.
“Whaaat?”- Nzalo, in shock.
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CHAPTER 29
NALENHLE
Nzalo has flipped the script, now he’s mad at me. But
guess what, I don’t care. Zola is also mad at me for
asking Mr X about Robyn, protective mother hen. She
wants to wait until he comes home with a lipstick on his
shirt. I can’t deal with all this drama.
“You can’t sleep,” he says.
I open my eyes, “Why not?”
“Because I asked you a question. Do you think I’m
sleeping with my mother?”
“She’s not your mother, shut up!” I want to sleep.
He shuts his eyes, his jaw twitches. Then he takes a
deep breath.
“Don’t ever use that tone with me, I don’t drink alcohol.”
He stands up and puts his jacket on.
He’s now more angry than I thought, fuelled by me
telling him to shut up. What I don’t understand is what
alcohol has to do with any of this? What did it do to him?
.
.
.
I’m still mad at Nale but she was drunk, so it won’t hold
anyway. Xolani is here, looking worried. He was
assuring me all night that he loves me. Something I
haven’t said I doubt. It’s making him look guilty in my
eyes, because why is he panicking if there’s nothing
going on.
“Can we talk in the car?” he asks after Nale leaves.
“Yeah, sure.” I leave my breakfast on the table.
It’s Saturday but he’s got a meeting to attend. He looks
handsome in his slim fit suit, smelling good and
deceptive. We get inside the car, he starts by softening
me up with a deep kiss.
“I miss you, the house is very cold without you,” he says.
“But I can’t be there everyday.” I’m smiling, even though
there’s something suspicious going on I can’t deny the
love in his eyes when he’s looking at me.
“You can be,” he says.
“Really? How?” I ask.
“I can have a conversation with Thabethe,” he says.
I laugh out loud. “You don’t know my dad.”
He’d never allow something like that to happen, let alone
now that he’s got all the wrong impressions about who
Xolani is.
“I’d know him if you allow the conversation to happen,”
he says.
“Well, you can try but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say.
He smiles, “Don’t worry, I won’t go there myself.”
A moment of silence passes. His smile disappears, he’s
still staring at me.
If he doesn’t say anything, I’m not going to say anything
either.
“Are we 100% okay?” he asks.
“Yes, we are,” I say.
He takes a deep breath, “I love you, Nokuzola. But I
have a past just like everyone else. I’d expect you to let
me know if you’re uncomfortable with something or not
happy so that I can make changes. We cannot do this if
you’re going to boil things up.”
“I’m confused Xolani, what are you talking about?” I ask.
“I’m asking if there’s anything making you
uncomfortable, you can be honest with me,” he says.
“No. Is there anything you think I’m not comfortable
with?” I ask.
“Maybe Robyn, I know you had some concerns, which I
thought I cleared at the time. So I don’t know if you’re
still not satisfied.” He’s a smooth talker, I will always give
him his flowers.
“I’m okay, you said she’s helping you with the case,” I
say.
“You’re impossible!” He sighs, leaning back against the
seat looking frustrated.
Maybe he has something to tell me because there’s
nothing on my side. I have been very peaceful and
minding my own business.
“As soon as this is over she won’t need to be in contact
with me. She has her own businesses that she’s
running, I honestly asked her for this task because I’ve
known her for quite a long time. I know her personally, I
know she wouldn’t betray me.”
“Mmmm,” I nod, understanding what he’s saying. He’s
known her, personally, for a very long time but he calls
her Miss Robyn when they’re in front of me as if their
relationship is formal.
“You can ask me questions if you have any,” he says.
I laugh, “Xolani are you okay? You’re acting very weird.”
“I know you’ve said some things to Nale, maybe you
don’t trust me.”
“I trust you, you haven’t given me any reason not to,” I
say.
“Thank you,” he sighs with relief.
I side-eye him. “So, how personal do you know her?”
He frowns, “Who?"
"Robyn, how personal is your relationship?”
“Oh, we have some mutual friends,” he says.
“I will say this again Xolani, I’m going to be your safe
space. I have opened my heart for you, I love you and I
will stand with you through thin or thick. I’m a very calm
person, I use my head and I always think before I
talk….”
He doesn’t let me finish, “I won’t change that, I promise.
Nothing has ever happened between her and I since
you and I got together.”
Wow! I’m dumbstruck.
“I’m committed to you,” he says.
“But something was happening before me, so basically
you’re working with your ex on this investigation?” I ask.
“We were not together so she’s not my ex. We casually
hooked up, I was alone, I needed company from time to
time. Right now I swear nothing is happening and
nothing will ever happen again,” he says.
I believe him but I don’t know how to feel. If they hooked
up to me they’re exes. He still has his ex in his life, she
calls him anytime of the day and request that they meet
up. I trust him but I don’t trust her.
“Your lip is trembling,” he says.
I fold it between my teeth and look at him.
He smiles, “You’re so beautiful. Sometimes I pat my own
shoulders and congratulate myself, I really chose well, I
will have beautiful babies.”
“Uyazincengela nje,” I know him.
“Maybe I am, but you’re beautiful either way. I hope
Thabethe won’t be too hard on me.”
“Wait, are you serious about meeting my dad?” I thought
he was just pulling my leg.
“I’m too old to fool around Nokuzola,” he says.
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NALENHLE
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CHAPTER 30
NALENHLE
I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about sex. I’m
looking forward to it, that’s why I requested a cab and
came to town after he dropped me off. I’m looking for a
sexy lingerie and some Stoney to drink. It’s always been
my favorite drink, I like it more with black halls. I don’t
know where Zola went with Mr X, they’re probably
making out somewhere in his luxurious properties. She
would’ve helped me choose the right colour. Sex freaks
define red as affection-seeking, passionate and ready to
be dominated. It resonates more with my mood for
tonight, unlike black that symbolizes a tigeress, open to
BDSM and taking lead. I want no BDSM bullshit and I
definitely don’t want to take any lead. I have a problem
with my waist, it doesn’t move the way it’s supposed to
move so I stay away from woman-on-top. I decide to
take the red one, hopefully this man will give me plenty
orgasms. We have waited for a very long time. I feel like
a virgin in a way, I haven’t had sex in over two months.
Maybe a second-hand virgin.
Nale left, she called him to let him know that she arrived
safely. Before that he’d been worried about her safety,
his mood improved and he started talking. I’m serving
him tea, he doesn’t rant, he takes it.
“It seems like you will like Nzalo,” I say.
“It will depend on his character, if he’s good and making
her happy,” he says.
“Would the conditions be the same for Xolani?” I ask.
“Untangayethu? My age mate? There’s a lot I don’t like
about your relationship with him.” There he goes again,
being a hypocrite.
“You are never fair, you’re always soft on Nale and hard
on me.” I have said it. I never thought I’d have the
courage.
He’s shocked and his first reaction is to deny. “That’s not
true.”
“You don’t treat us the same,” I say.
“Yeah, probably. You are older than Nalenhle, I have to
hold you more accountable.” He’s on defense mode,
making zero sense.
“I’m only 3 years older than Nale. Even with
accountability aside, you love Nale more than you love
me,” I say.
“Nokuzola!” He puts down the cup of tea.
He’s hurt, his eyes are filled with pain.
“I’m not competing, I’m going to my 30s very soon, I
probably don’t need to be babied by my dad. But also
you don’t need to make it too obvious.”
“Where is this coming from? Because I won’t accept
your relationship with someone who’s almost my age?”
he asks.
“It’s not about that, it’s how I’ve always felt even growing
up,” I say.
“You feel like I don’t love you?” His forehead wrinkles in
confusion.
“You do, just not much,” I say.
“That’s not true, there’s no way I wouldn’t love someone
who made me a father for the first time. I love you, more
than anything in this world. But there are circumstances
that need me to protect your cousin a bit more because I
don’t know what else to do to make her life feel
complete.”
“Because aunty was raped?” I don’t feel like that justifies
the favouritism.
“Nalenhle has always been looking for her dad. I’m the
only person she can cry to and I don’t have her dad. You
know how she can get, at times she’s being pushed by
the ancestors act crazy so that I can do certain things
zomsamu. She’s not a normal child.”
“Nale is very normal, I live with her,” I say.
He takes a deep sigh, “I know she is not, there’s no way
she can be.”
“Why?” I’m confused.
“It has to do with umsamu wakhe, there are a lot of
conflicts.”
“Is that why you invited her alone to the ritual you will all
be doing?”
“Yes, but I have never felt greater joy in this world than
holding you in my arms for the first time. I’m sorry if
you’ve felt unloved along the way. I’m dealing with things
in my journey as a brother and uncle, things that the
world never prepared me for.”
“Do you feel guilty for not being able to help Nale find
her dad?” I ask.
“I feel guilty for not being able to help my sister when
she needed me to. I could have protected her,” he says.
“Maybe not. You couldn’t have guessed that something
was going to happen. Grandma and grandpa were alive
when it happened, they were his parents,” I say.
“I could have, had I paid enough attention. Now I’m
living with a sister who had a traumatic childhood
throughout and living with disabilities. There’s help from
the government but it’s not enough. There’s a lot that I’m
dealing with at home and in my marriage.”
“In your marriage?” I’m confused.
What is he dealing with? They’re happily married.
“It’s not all roses, Nokuzola. But I can’t share things like
that with you.”
“Are you guys fighting?” I want to know.
“There are challenges,” he says.
This makes me sad, I want my parents to be happy.
“Why?” I ask.
“Nokuzola, hhayi bo!” He doesn’t want to tell me.
“Nale thinks you might know some information and
keeping it from her about her mother’s case.” I know he
doesn’t know anything but I just want to confirm so that I
can put Nale at ease.
“I will tell her,” he says.
Whaaaaat?!!!
“You know something?” I’m shocked.
“It’s not something light, I’m still trying to figure out how
I’m going to tell her and how we are going to move
forward as a family.”
Now I will never disagree with someone’s seventh
sense; Nale has been right.
“Is it heartbreaking?” I ask.
He nods, “Yes, it’s heartbreaking.”
“Why wait so long?” I ask.
“Because I thought she’d make peace with it. But it looks
like your grandfather didn’t do enough damage, he
wants his two minutes of fame,” he says.
“How does this concern him?” I’m confused.
“There was no stranger in the house, Nalenhle is a
Thabethe.”
Huh???
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CHAPTER 32
NALENHLE
I’m a bit brave after all the formal sex talk, I had two
glasses of red wine. I help him clear the table, then
watch some TV while he goes to freshen up. I need to
memorize my script; how I will move and talk. I want to
impress, this has to be the best sex he will never forget.
He’s done quicker than I anticipated, I’m not done
planning yet.
“Are we watching TV?” He glances at his phone,
checking the time. “It’s almost 10pm,” he says.
I lift my hand for him to help me up. I’m still in my
gorgeous bodycon dress. He gently holds my waist as
we walk to the bedroom. I’m getting used to his house,
the bedroom is gorgeously set up.
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CHAPTER 33
ZOLA
S’KHUNDLA THABETHE
He passed by the shops because a man can’t walk in
his house empty-handed when he has a wife and kids.
Even though things have been rocky, when he left
yesterday there was no issue. As he walks in, Thami
walks out with his phone.
He stops him, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going outside, Ma doesn’t want me to play music.
You know her, everything gives her headache,” Thami
says.
“I want to talk to you about something.” He goes inside
the house, greets and leave the bags and then comes
out again. They both step out and stand a few feet away
from the door.
But today his wife was just in the kitchen picking beans,
she walks in an hour later. She changes her slip-on
dress and puts on a night dress. After wrapping her
head she gets in bed, without saying a word.
“Is everything alright?” Thabethe asks.
He’s actually waiting to tell her about what Zola
expressed.
“You talked to a child about our affairs. Really
Thabethe? Is that what you left for? What did you expect
Nokuzola to do other than stressing about us?” She’s
mad, her kids shouldn’t be involved in issues like this.
“I can explain how it got to that point. Apparently she’s
not happy, specifically with me. She thinks I love
Nalenhle more than her, and I understand how she
looked at it. I had to explain why I don’t hold Nalenhle
more accountable for her actions, which is because of
how she was brought into this world.”
Instead of sympathizing with him, Khululiwe shakes her
head.
“Are you surprised?” she asks.
“I am because I thought I was open enough for her to
express her dissatisfaction. It’s something she says
she’s been holding in for a very long time. But we had a
conversation, hopefully there will be more to follow,” he
says.
“I hear you, but I still don’t think you should’ve aired our
dirty laundry to our child, now she’s worried.” She pulls
up the blanket.
“I didn’t say much though,” Thabethe says.
“Well, I did tell her that I’m no longer the wife that you
want,” she says.
He takes a deep breath. “But that’s not true, you know
that I love you. You told me to get another wife because
I raised concerns about the lack of affection between
us.”
“On top of everything I do in this family Thabethe, you
still expect me to come and become a starring in bed. I
can’t take care of your son, your sister and all the
chores, then still have energy to have sex every week.”
“I help Khululiwe, don’t make it sound like I just sit and
leave everything to you. I simply ask for affection, let me
touch you. Last year we had the same responsibilities,
and all the years before, but things weren’t like this.”
“I’m older than I was. And I said get another wife, if you
cannot accept that I physically get tired and need my
husband to hold my hand, without complaining about not
getting enough sex and kisses.”
“Get another wife? You said you’d leave if there’s
another person. That’s why I’m confused. Is it because
you are tired or there’s no love anymore?”
Khululiwe sighs, “We’ve talked about this Thabethe. My
whole life has been about giving to the Thabethes. I
gave all my life to this family. You are still demanding a
piece of me. I’m in my mid-40s, allow me to have a
break.”
A moment of silence passes. She lies, facing the other
side.
Thabethe takes a deep breath. “Is it my sister? Is she a
burden?”
“Don’t do that. I didn’t call anyone a burden, I said I want
to have a break, just for 7 hours or 8,” she says.
“It feels like we are room mates, the only thing that’s left
is for you to request a separate blanket. It doesn’t feel
like we are still married anymore, and that breaks my
heart. I miss you, I wish we can come up with a
resolution. I don’t want anything outside this marriage,
you don’t deserve that. It’s unfair of you to give me such
two impossible options.”
“It’s also unfair of you to expect so much from me. When
will I get a break?” She fights back tears and chooses
not to argue with him furtherly. He never understands
where she comes from. He might help around the house
but there’s little he can do for his sister. It’s her who
helps the most as a woman, there are things he can’t do
as it would be too much of a taboo. So for him to sit here
and act like he shares half of a burden she has is
upsetting. She hardly gets a break unless she’s gone
home, which is never more than two days. Her social
presence is limited, she doesn’t have a big circle of
friends to lean on for support. A year ago she may have
known how to make time for him every night, but it’s now
a year later, she’s in a different space mentally and
physically.
.
.
.
Thami got ready for school and left before his parents
woke up. By the time Khululiwe wakes up the road is
empty, all children are in schools. She warms water and
helps her sister-in-law take a bath. Her husband is still in
bed, their conversation last night didn’t end well. But she
still makes breakfast, sets it on the table for him before
sitting on the couch with Bazamile eating theirs. Her life
is a routine and for the past two decades she’s been
okay with it. Her love for Bazamile cannot be
questioned, she loves her like a blood sister. She loves
and sacrifices a lot. But she never thought it would come
down to her kids as well. Zola sacrificing for Nale to get
enough attention.
Her phone rings, it’s Zola. She’s never been a clingy
child, she became independent at a very young age,
she's someone who keeps to herself most of the times.
Her father shouldn’t have told their marriage issues,
she’s obviously stressed.
“Hello Ma,” she says.
“Nokuzola, how was work?”
“I’m going to start on Wednesday, doing day shift. Is dad
with you?” She’s worried, just like her mother thought.
She wants to know if they fixed things.
“He’s still in bed,” Khululiwe says.
“I don’t know if I should ask how things are. I’m worried.”
“Stop worrying Nokuzola, focus on yourself. How is your
boyfriend?” She doesn’t even like the old man Nokuzola
is said to be dating but if he can keep Nokuzola
distracted, she can embrace him.
“Xolani is fine,” Zola says.
“Is he married?” she asks.
“Ma! Do you think I’d date a married man?”
“Is he not old? I thought he’s married and fooling
around.”
“No, he’s with me. Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, just not about your dad and I,” she says.
“He wants me to move in with him. Do you think it’s a
great idea? I told him to ask dad first.”
“That’s a huge step. How long have you been together?”
Zola clears her throat, suspiciously. “About five months.”
“Do you think you know what his intentions are?” she
asks.
“He’s genuine,” Zola says.
“Then listen to your heart. If you feel like moving in with
him will make you happy then try.” Her answer surprises
Zola, she didn’t think she’d have permission this easily,
without Thabethe’s input.
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ZOLA
Nale returns inside, I stand against the wall and call him.
“Makoti,” he answers.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you want to marry me?” I
ask.
“I believe I told you before we even went on our first
date. What’s going on?”
“The letter Xolani, you asked my dad to expect your
people on the 29th for lobola negotiations. When did we
have that conversation?”
“In the car, I can’t remember the date,” he says.
“Our conversation was about me moving in with you," I
say, my memory is very sharp.
“But at this age Nokuzola, with all other offenses I have
done to your father, you wanted me to just take you in
without doing the needful?”
“No, but…”
“But what Nokuzola?”
“You could’ve proposed right.”
“Which way is right?” he asks.
“Getting a ring, proposing on your knee and making it a
moment to remember,” I say.
“Okay, when do you want me to do it? Send me your
size and I will ask my PA to contact a jeweller.” He
doesn’t get it, he’s turning this into a professional task.
“Never mind,” I say.
“But I do mind, I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. Have you spoken to Nzalo?”
“I’m walking in to his gym right now. I will call you back.
Have you eaten?”
I roll my eyes, “Yes.”
“Who made you food? I know your hands always have
cramps.”
I laugh, he knows me very well.
“Nale,” I say.
“Thank her for me, I appreciate her taking care of my
lazy dollface.”
I’m not lazy, I always make my bed and do my own
sandwiches. It’s just that Nale is the type that does too
much, making people question me. Also, taller people
have higher bone mass, they are stronger, I’m shorter
than Nale for crying out loud.
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ZOLA
I’ve been trying not to pay attention to it, but things look
bad. Thami had to take out the sheep because their
owner hasn’t come out of the bedroom since morning.
Nale also sees it but we haven’t discussed it because
mom is here. She’s acting normal, now helping Nale
with lunch. I’m also helping, showing them where things
are when they’re looking. Xolani hasn’t gotten back to
me, hopefully they sorted it out in a calm manner.
Thami walks in with a parcel sent to dad by one of his
friends. Mom directs him to the bedroom, I hope dad is
putting on a strong face. I’m not at ease, a part of me
has been wanting to go and check up on him, but I don’t
want my mom to think I’m poking my long nose in their
elder issues.
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NZALO HADEBE
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CHAPTER 42
Xolani knows he started a fire and now it won’t be easy
to put it out. Had he known what he knows now, he
wouldn’t have gotten Nzalo involved. Nzalo is ready to
kill and his ‘possible’ daughter is there, locked with
Winnie and MaMkhwanazi. Nzalo doesn’t want to let any
of them go. MaMkhwanazi tried her luck but it didn’t
work. Nzalo finally knows that his mother’s murder was
planned and executed by someone he’s believed in and
trusted so much.
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ZOLA
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CHAPTER 45
NZALO HADEBE
The DNA results are back, Winnie said the truth. Nzalo
was hoping it wouldn’t turn out this way, this is
complicating things. Xolani excused himself and went
outside after seeing the results. He’s always wanted a
child, this could have been a dream come truth if it was
under different circumstances. Him and MaMkhwanazi
are enemies, they have been for years. He can’t forgive
her for anything that she’s done to him and his family.
But she has taken care of Onathi, she’s lived a good
fake life with fake parents. That child is going to need a
lot of counseling, she has traumas. Yes, she’s lived a
flashy lifestyle with Winnie, but everything was enjoyed
in secret. She had a “dad” on the run, her whole life has
been surrounded by liars, murderers, witches and gold-
diggers.
Nzalo can’t keep her any longer, they have to go right
now. He is bringing her home with him. It hasn’t sunk in
yet that he’s a dad. Every dream of his is coming true is
a very unexpected way. A daughter and a woman he
loves and going to marry. And he can’t even sit down
and celebrate because some people close to him are in
pain.
Winnie is still useful to Nzalo. But MaMkhwanazi's case
needs to be resolved immediately, soon people will start
asking questions, especially her church people.
“Babomncane, we have to talk first,” Nzalo says.
He stops, his brows furrowed. Time is going, his
daughter is in isolation with her ankles chained like a
wild animal.
“Onathi is not going to love you overnight and hate
people who raised her up. I know she’s just a teenage
girl but I need her to be tracked at all times. At least until
this situation is resolved,” Nzalo says.
“You want to put tracker on my daughter?” he asks.
“I need to know what she does, who she talks to, 24/7.”
“No,” he refuses without a second thought. Onathi needs
gentle care and protection, not invasion and torture.
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you,” Nzalo says.
He frowns. Who the fuck does this boy think he is?
“Let’s go,” he walks out with the envelope sealed back in
his hand.
Onathi is his daughter and he’s going to protect her at all
costs.
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Tyres screech outside Xolani’s house, it’s Nzalo. He
planned to introduce Zola to his daughter later today.
Onathi is a difficult teenager but he understands
because she’s been through a lot for her age. Hopefully
her presence won’t cause a drift in his relationship. His
plans with Zola still stand, after the cleansing ceremony
he will be able to send his delegate to negotiate lobola.
Nzalo looks like he woke up in the jungle.
“Where is she?"
Xolani frowns, “Who?”
“MaMkhwanazi,” he says.
“I’m confused. Why are you looking for her here, kanti
umbeke kuphi?”
“I’m not a fool, babomncane. You are the only person
that has the keys to the house. Where did she go? She
fuckin killed my mother.” He’s forcing his way in,
screaming.
“Hey, hey!” Xolani stops him from going further in and
disturbing Onathi.
“Tell me what’s going on? Acting like a madman won’t
help you,” he says.
“You let her out,” Nzalo says.
“I haven’t set my foot there. Why would I let her out?”
He’s confused.
In all this madness he’s been nothing but supportive to
Nzalo.
“Then where is she? Ukuphi?” He’s not lowering his
voice.
“Msindisi went to see her earlier and…”
“No, you’re not serious!” he walks back, his hands over
his head.
“He was seeking answers,” -Xolani.
This is not what he expected from his uncle and
Msindisi.
“But you know he was on her side, why would you give
him the keys? What if she comes and kills us now?”
“Ey kahle wena, go and ask Msindisi where he took her,”
Xolani.
“I swear babomncane, if I don't find them uzosibona
isfuba senja esinamazenze!” he angrily walks to the
door.
Xolani takes a deep breath to compose his temper.
There’s more than one brat in this family.
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CHAPTER 49
Nale has been ranting all the way from work. Apparently
they broke up, which I think is a bit dramatic. She loves
him, breaking up with someone you still love so much
can only break your own heart. But I let her be, if I tell
her my own opinion I know she will think I’m taking a
side.
Yesterday I was supposed to have dinner with Xolani
and meet his daughter but that didn’t happen. I know he
misses me, that’s why I want to surprise him at his
office, he’s working until late. We haven’t spent much
time together either, ever since this MaMkhwanazi
drama unfolded. Nale and I advocated for justice, that’s
why I excuse himself if he’s too busy to spend time with
me. This is something I persuaded him to do. I know if I
had told him no, he wouldn’t have done it.
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Without Lwethu the house is emptier. Regardless of how
he feels about her, MaMkhwanazi’s absence is
massively felt. This doesn’t feel like a home anymore.
Maybe it never was a home, just a house their father
bought to erase their mother’s memory. For now it’s not
clear what happened to MaMkhwanazi but he has no
hope of her being alive. The possibility of it being
Msindisi’s hands drive him crazy.
He’s walking around the balcony, cooling down his head.
Msindisi pulls up, finally arriving home. Msindisi is a
middle child who was raised as a last born.
MaMkhwanazi always had the softest spot for him, they
got along very well. He’s a softie, what Nzalo did today
will make him mad the whole week. Mhlengikhaya didn’t
touch him, Nzalo asked him not to, he only wanted him
to be scared off a little bit. But he won’t care, he will
speak about his mental health.
“Hey,” Nzalo says, trying to read his face.
He doesn’t answer, they both walk in. Nzalo grabs a litre
of cold drink and two glasses, then follows him. He
wanted them to talk in person, whatever he did to
MaMkhwanazi they will work it out as brothers.
“I apologize about…”
“Trying to get me arrested? No, you don’t. You got your
way, now you’re happy.”
Nzalo sighs and pours cold drink for both of them.
“I’m not happy, it’s been a stressful week for me. I’m
mostly worried about you. How are you feeling?” he
says.
“I’m not fine,” Msindisi.
“What is bothering you? Is it something that happened
when you went to see her?”
“No,” he says, taking a deep sigh.
He can’t drink this, he can’t stomach anything.
“Did it happen in the past?” Nzalo asks.
No response. He’s staring into space, biting his lip.
As impatient as he is, Nzalo waits. He doesn’t repeat
question, he will wait until he’s ready to talk.
“Let me get you something stronger,” he says.
Msindisi shakes his head, “No, I’m fine.”
Nzalo sits back down.
“Ncane did something to me.”
Nzalo gathers his brows, “What did she do?”
“Remember how she used to take care of everything in
my bathroom. Even my dirty underwear, she’d wash
them. I thought it was love, but that was weird. This one
time when I brought Zama here, she told me to pack the
clothes I had worn and the bedsheets, offering to wash
them. I never had a normal relationship after that.”
“I don’t remember Zama. But what makes you think
something weird happened? Wasn’t she returning all
your stuff clean?” Nzalo asks.
“I just think she did something. It makes sense after I
found my underwear with knots of muthi. It makes sense
why my relationships never work,” he says.
“You’re a mama’s boy, that’s why,” -Nzalo.
“That’s not it,” he says, casting his eyes on the floor.
Nzalo’s eyes follow his face, confusion dwelling in his
eyes. “That’s not it?”
“I don’t have a sex life,” he says.
Now Nzalo is more confused. At 25 he doesn’t have a
sex life?
“You’re a none-bisexual?”
“I don’t think a term like that exists, maybe asexual. But
I’m not that, I’m attracted to girls, I just can’t make them
happy, sexually.”
Oh, damn! He’s very slow.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is it, ummm, does the jet land too
early?” This is uncomfortable, there’s a very wide age
gap between them, they never shared such private stuff.
“It doesn’t take off,” Msindisi says.
His eyes widen in shock. “What do you mean? Hadebe
is not active?”
“He is but not when I need him to. I only had one good
relationship and that was with Zama, I was barely 18,
that was when I submitted my dirty bedsheets to ncane.
Others have been a real struggle,” Msindisi reveals.
“Wait ntwana, what exactly is the problem?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs.
This is not what Nzalo expected. Not sexual problems.
This is too heavy, he doesn’t even know where he’d start
if he was to advise.
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“Nalenhle! Nalenhle!
Do we have a madwoman in this beautiful mansion?
I open the door. It’s Zola, I almost called the cops.
“Why are you screaming like a madwoman?” I ask.
“For a day I thought I could trust you but you’ve already
ran your big mouth to dad, as if I wasn’t going to let him
know in my own time.” Zola is a short girl with anger
issues, everybody knows.
“I wasn’t ratting you out, I just used you as an example,”
I say.
“You could’ve pleaded your case without involving my
name. What’s wrong with you?” For her man’s sake I
hope she calms down.
“You were the only example I had. What did you expect
me to do? Use Rihanna as an example, he doesn’t know
her.” I don’t see what I did wrong here. “Is he still
angry?”
“What do you think?” She’s livid.
Mr X appears with a phone on his ear.
We both look at him until he humbly wishes the person a
good day.
Then he sighs, “It’s okay, sthandwa sami.”
“Did he understand?” Zola asks.
“A bit, I think we’ll have it sorted during the negotiations,"
he says.
I’m glad they talked about it, man to man. Knowing my
uncle, he will fine him for disrespecting his rules.
“What about my situation? What did he say?” I ask.
Nobody answers me. He takes Zola’s hand and they
walk away. Now I’m an enemy to them but they wouldn’t
even know each other’s name if it wasn’t for me.
My phone rings inside the bedroom, I rush back in.
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CHAPTER 58
NALENHLE
For the first time ever, Nale spent money on me. I had a
good excuse for sitting on this couch the whole day,
sending her around and getting everything I want. But
Nzalo happened, now she’s gone. Not that I expected
their relationship to stop because of me, I understand
they just made up and need time to be together. But I
didn’t need to be alone.
There’s a car across the street, Nzalo said I shouldn’t
mind it as it will be there the whole night. The
MaMkhwanazi situation is a bit exaggerated but I
appreciate him looking out for me. When the knock
comes, I conclude it’s someone from that car maybe
here to ask for a glass of water. I open the door and my
eyes land on Xolani’s brat.
He’s behind her.
God, is this a test?
“Hi,” Onathi walks in without my permission.
This child and I don’t even hold conversations.
I look at him, “And then?”
“Can we talk, Nokuzola?”
“I thought we already did. Why are you here?” Seeing
him brings back the pain that Nale spent so much
money trying to numb. All the lies he told me, scheming
with Robyn via phone calls to convince me that nothing
was going on, knowing very well they were still actively
involved.
“I won’t be able to sleep Nokuzola, let’s find a solution
please,” he says.
“What solution?” I don’t understand because he can’t
undo what he’s done.
“Punish me however you want. Scream at me, smash
my cars, beat me if you want, I won’t fight back. Just do
something, hurt me back,” he says.
“I will smash your cars and you will get them fixed
tomorrow. I will slap you and you will be fine in a few
minutes. What will I get in return? You still won't
understand the pain you’ve put me through.”
“I do understand,” he says.
“What do you understand? Have you ever gotten your
soul naked for someone and talked about your
insecurities over and over again, only for that person to
turn around and dig on the same wound? Have you ever
loved someone and hated yourself for it?”
“I know you feel betrayed and hurt, I’m responsible for
that. I know I fucked up, I don’t deserve your love but I
need it,” he says.
“Ungilamaza kuyona le nhliziyo obheka kuyona uthando
Xolani? Kanjani?” I don’t understand, you cannot cut
down a tree if you still need its shade.
“Can you explain that to me?” I ask.
“I can’t, all I can say is that I will never make the same
mistake again.” He’s calling it a mistake and I don’t
understand a mistake that you properly plan and use lies
to protect over and over again.
“Excuse me….” Onathi says behind me.
I turn my eyes to her.
“Do you have a blanket? I’m cold,” she asks.
“Don’t worry, your father is now leaving,” I say.
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NALENHLE
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ZOLA
I just got off a ten minutes long phone call with him. No, I
wasn’t receiving an apology, he was venting about his
own dissatisfaction. I knew Nale was going to disrespect
him, she wasn’t going to let this chance pass her by. So
with that, I have allowed my cousin to disrespect him
publicly. I shouldn’t have involved a third part in our
business, his relationship with Nale has never been
good because I don’t set boundaries.
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CHAPTER 65
ZOLA
I’m helping Thami with the assignment he forgot to finish
yesterday. He woke me up from my comfortable bed to
do it for him while he bathes and irons his uniform. I
can’t believe such an irresponsible boy has a girlfriend.
But that’s none of my business, as long as he uses the
condom.
Dad is boiling some medicine on the stove, he says it’s
for inyongo. But after the noise I heard last night I
wouldn’t be surprised if it’s for something else. My poor
mother!
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CHAPTER 66
ZOLA
It’s Friday and I’m yet to inform Nzalo that I’m going out.
I don’t ask for permission or feel the need to tell him
where I am everytime, but now there are security
concerns I feel like I have to inform him.
I have airtime but I’m trying to save. So I buzz him with
one ring and drop. I wait for him to call me back. It
doesn’t take long before “My Everything” flashes on my
screen.
“I tried calling and you didn’t answer,” I say.
“It only rang once and you dropped. But you’re right, I’m
sorry for not answering. How are you sthandwa sami?”
he says.
“I’m good, just clocked out. I need to update you about
my plans for tonight,” I say.
“Okay, what are we doing tonight?” He’s including
himself in my plans.
“No babe, I made plans with Msindisi. We are going out
for a movie and drinks,” I say.
“Okay, I can get a ticket too,” he says.
“I’m not sure, hey. Maybe you can chill with your friends
too. It’s been long since you spent time with them,” I say.
“No Nale, you have to make up for this. It’s last minute,
all along I thought Friday would be for you and I,” he
says.
“Don’t worry, I will make it up to you.” I don’t even know
how, maybe I will buy him socks and copy and paste a
romantic message from Google.
“I love you, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says.
“Seriously?”
“I love you too, enjoy your night.”
Maybe I should have checked with Msindisi if there’s a
spot for a third person to join us. I’m looking forward to
this, I haven’t gone out in a while.
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Nale has her movie thing with Msindisi, that means I will
be alone half of the night. I still have my comfort food
from yesterday, I will watch TV and be okay. I get in my
pyjamas and settle on the couch. I’m hopping through
channels looking for something I can watch, my phone
rings.
It’s him, usually I just don’t answer his calls. But he’s
been acting human lately, I pick up.
Boom, he’s outside the door.
I’m alone, Nale is not here to back me up. I don’t want to
see him, I don’t want to have a conversation. I open the
door, he walks in wearing black, long sleeve T-shirt and
sunglasses.
He’s indoor now, I expect him to take them off but he
doesn’t.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
His voice sounds bruised and hoarse.
“I’m okay, thank you,” I say.
“I got you this.” He gives me a pharmacy packet, he
bought me some medication.
I’m feeling more guilty because I didn’t have any
abortion yesterday.
He takes a seat, without me approving. I get my snacks
and sit down.
“I was about to watch a movie,” I say.
“That’s okay,” he says.
I keep the volume low and watch. It’s weird, him and I
used to be so in love and close. But now we just sit like
strangers. I think an hour passes, I’m glued on the TV
and he’s in his head most of the time.
“Do you need something to drink?”
He clears his throat, “No, thank you.”
Well, I need one, this atmosphere is too tense.
I get a glass of juice and come back.
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CHAPTER 67
ZOLA
I get painkillers and then call the party animal. She takes
long to answer, I expected her to sound drunk but she
sounds sober than the usual days when she goes out.
Msindisi must be putting her on a leash. They’re about
to leave the place they are in. Now I can sleep
peacefully.
Phone beeps!
It’s a text from Xolani.
*LIFE FEELS SO EMPTY WITHOUT YOU. I REALLY
MISS YOU, NOKUZOLA. BUT I TRUST IN GOD,
KUZOLUNGA KONKE*
Now he’s including God in his dirty affairs. Life is full of
surprises!
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“Where did you get my number?”
“From Phindile…don’t worry, she doesn’t know that I’m
here.”
“So she is alive?” He sighs heavily.
This is not what he hoped for.
“For now,” Musa says.
“What do you mean for now?”
“I don’t know what will happen. For now I need to
explain myself to you, she said you are a good listener.
First and for the most, I’m sorry for all the pain I caused
to you and your family.”
Msindisi takes a deep breath. “Why? Why did you do it?”
“I was 24, arranged to get married and broke. I was
presented with an opportunity that I thought would
change my life. Little did I know that would be the end of
my life.”
“You are alive, my mother is not. You have been living
comfortably, tax-free, and getting everything you want
for yourself and your wife.”
“I understand, that’s how you see it. But I lost my
freedom, there’s no part of my life that I’m proud of and
happy with.”
Msindisi raises his eyebrow, “Winnie?”
“Winnie is living her life. Yes, she’s the only connection
I’ve had to the real world. But we don’t hold water, our
parents got us together and that was it. It was because
of that situation that I had to commit a crime that has
cost me my life.” He looks softer than Msindisi expected.
Now as he sits here, no stranger would suspect him of
such evil act.
“How did you get out?” Msindisi asks.
“They helped me, it was part of the deal.”
“Who is “they”?” Msindisi.
“My sister…and brother-in-law.”
Msindisi frowns. This doesn’t register. “My dad?”
Musa nods, “Yes.”
“Bustard, you’re lying!” His dad was inconsolable, he
mourned and had a hard time accepting reality. Maybe
he didn’t eat for a week, it was that bad.
“I have no reason to lie,” Musa says.
“You lied about being dead. My dad wouldn’t do such
thing, you’re lying.”
“Okay. Can I take something from my pocket?”
“Slowly, please.” There’s no trust here.
Musa slowly pulls out an old photograph. It’s somewhere
in Hluhluwe, Sbusiso Hadebe was paying him a visit,
just a couple of years ago. It was a week before their
wedding anniversary, MaMkhwanazi had sent him some
parcels.
Msindisi looks at the photograph in disbelief. What the
hell is happening? This is his dad, he is not
photoshopped, he can even recognize the outfit he had
on.
“I don’t understand,” he’s weak.
He forgets about Musa and squats on the floor, his
hands on his head. No, no, Hadebe wouldn’t do this to
them. He could’ve filed for divorce, not kill their mother
like that.
“Why? She was a good woman.” He’s confused.
He had never witnessed them even fight. They always
looked happy.
“I don’t have the whole story but I can assure you that
Phindile and usbari worked together on this. I could
have said no but I was promised heaven and earth.
When you have a background that I had, your main goal
in life is to have money so that you can save your
family.”
No. He needs some fresh air. There’s a small window,
he walks towards it with his hands on the waist and
head thrown back. He’s cursing randomly. This makes
no sense.
“Why are you saying all this now? You had many years
to come clean,” he asks, turning his head to Musa.
“Phindile kept making promises,” Musa.
“No, you’re talking because your sister can no longer
sponsor your life, she’s on the run. You’re not sorry, you
just ran out of options.”
Musa takes a deep sigh and watches until he calms
down.
“How did you find her?” Msindisi asks.
“She called me from a garage and told me that you tried
to kill her. I made arrangements and got her to a safe
place,” he says.
“Why haven’t you both turned yourself in?”
“I want my justice first,” he says.
“Your justice. Aren’t you the killer?”
“My life ended at 24, Msindisi. For what? To stay married
to a wife who has boyfriends just so she can raise
Onathi for Phindile? There’s nothing good about my life.
The cars and extravagant lifestyle was for Onathi,
Winnie just benefited as a guardian. I was taken for a
ride. Right now it’s my face on posters, I’m the evil killer.
Your dad is resting in his grave and Phindile…she still
thinks I owe her something.” He takes a deep breath,
this is not his time to vent. He’s not here to buy pity but
rather tell his side of the story. There’s nothing he’s
leaving behind if he dies but he’d like to clear his name.
“What does she want?” Msindisi asks.
“I think you can guess, you know your stepmom by
now,” he says.
“She wants you to kill me?” Msindisi is in disbelief. How
evil can one person be?
“Not you, your brother. She has a soft spot for you,”
Musa says.
“No, it’s not a soft spot.” He looks away, his lips pursed
in disgust.
It’s way more than just a soft spot.
Musa is now relaxed. He stares at Msindisi’s reaction
and chuckles. “I think she is into you. She praises you
everyday, she loves the man you’ve become.”
“We are not going there. That woman is going to pay for
what she did to my family and all the things she did to
me.” He faces Musa who’s been staring at his enraged
face. “You will give her to me, that’s the only way you
can show me that you regret what you did.”
“And I will still go to jail,” Musa says, then bites his
thumb nail.
Msindisi looks at him with a slight frown. “Stop doing
that.”
“What?” he asks.
“Biting your nail like a bitch. Where is your sister?”
“I won’t let you kill her. Trust me, you don’t need a
murder case at your age. We have to figure out
something else,” Musa says.
“We are not a team. I don’t trust you, just tell me where
she is and I will handle it. I don’t need you to worry
about me, I have an annoying brother already doing that
everyday.” He turns his back and tucks his hands in his
pockets.
Musa smiles and shakes his head. “You’re feisty. I
thought you were the soft one.”
Msindisi turns with a side-eye. “The soft Msindisi is
dead, your sister killed and buried him.”
“What exactly happened?” MaMkhwanazi hasn’t told him
why her favorite stepson tried killing her. It’s obviously
more than just Thobile’s death.
“None of your business,” Msindisi says.
“I know but if there’s one thing I know, it’s Phindile’s
manipulative ways and evil heart. I have been under her
control my whole life.” He watches as Msindisi
contemplates, in the end he returns back to his squatting
position.
“She tried something with me but it didn’t register to me
at that time. I have been under a spell because now
when I think back, I have been through some disgusting
situations with her,” he says.
“I knew it, just from the way she speaks about you,”
Musa says.
It disgusts Msindisi more that she’s going around talking
about him to his relatives. Old, ugly hag.
“Now I understand why you’re angry,” Musa says.
Msindisi looks at him, “You do?”
“Yeah. Obviously I don’t have a story that relates, I have
an arranged wife who’s having affairs all around Durban,
but I understand.”
“But you love her, it’s really different,” Msindisi says.
“Love?” He laughs.
Love has to be a choice, Winnie was never his choice.
“If I had taken control over my life, trust me it would’ve
turned out way too different. No murder case, no
woman, no problems,” he says.
Msindisi looks at him again. He should be angry at this
man but before him there were two masterminds, he
only pulled the trigger. “I thought you’d look different
than this.”
“What do you mean?” Musa asks, his thick eyebrow
curved. He hasn't aged at all.
“I thought you’re ugly. Well, that’s how I pictured you.
Old, ugly and dirty.”
“I understand, that’s a fit description because of my
past.” Their eyes lock.
Msindisi snaps and looks away. It’s been quite a
moment, for sure Nzalo is going crazy at home.
“I need to go,” he says.
Musa sighs, “Thanks for coming and not ratting me out.
It was your mother, I know you wish me the worst but
you honored your promise.”
“I want your sister, not you. Well, at least for now,” he
says.
“I have her but we need to talk about that. We’ll chat as
usual.”
“No problem, stay here until you hear me driving off.”
If Nzalo and his uncle finds out about this meeting they
will think he betrayed the family. But that’s not the case,
Musa should be the last person they worry about, the
police will handle him, “if” they find him. MaMkhwanazi
should be the main culprit here.
And the dead arsehole they used to call a dad.
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It’s a few minutes after 11pm, Msindisi arrives home.
The lights are still on, Nzalo is sitting in the lounge about
to lose his mind. Mhlengikhaya advised him to report his
missing gun in the morning because of anything
happens, he will be held responsible.
He stands up when he hears the door opening. This boy
better have his story together.
“Uphumaphi wena? Huh?” he asks.
Msindisi turns to the kitchen and opens the fridge.
“Msindisi, I’m talking to you, damnit. Where is my gun?”
“Here,” Msindisi pulls it out from his waist.
He doesn’t even care. There’s no remorse, no apology.
“Did you commit any crime?” Nzalo asks.
“No, I did not,” he says, nonchalantly.
“Why are you taking my gun without my permission?
Who gave you that right?”
“I just gave it back to you intact. What do you want? I
didn’t use it, it’s in your hand right now.”
A deep breath is needed, otherwise their mother is going
to turn in her grave. “Where were you?” Nzalo asks
again.
“I went to see an old friend. Do I need to report when I
leave the house now? I thought this was our mother’s
house, yours is in Fairbreeze,” he says.
“If you’re taking my gun, yes you have to report to me.”
“Okay, next time.” He walks away with an apple and
yogurt tub.
Nzalo moved out after he turned 27, they haven’t lived
together in years. Maybe this is the attitude
MaMkhwanazi put up with. It’s too much for him, they
were better living apart. As much as he understands
what Msindisi is going through, his patience is running
thin. He also didn’t know that MaMkhwanazi was behind
their mother’s death. He’s just as mad but he is not
taking it out on anyone.
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The food section looks even better. For once it feels like
he’s a normal man, Msindisi puts on some music. It feels
like they’re two old friends having a house party.
“I really don’t want you to kill her,” he says.
“Why?” Msindisi asks.
Their voices are raised because the music is a bit loud.
“Because you will go to jail. I’m going in for a long time
anyway, I’m already guilty of murder,” he says.
“There’s nothing for me outside, I won’t mind going in for
avenging my mother.”
“You have a family,” Musa says.
“They don’t care about me, so it doesn’t matter.”
“No, I’m not going to let you do it. You can be there but
you won’t pull the trigger. I appreciate how kind you
have been to me, I don’t even deserve your kindness.”
“It’s all good man,” Msindisi says.
He finds himself wrapped in Musa’s arms. It will never
make sense to anyone. This is the man who killed his
mother, somehow filling the void he’s had ever since
MaMkhwanazi broke his trust in everything that’s
breathing. Musa is a bit tipsy now, he’s not letting go of
him.
“Thank you,” he keeps saying.
Msindisi slightly pushes him back. “I really hope you will
be good.”
“I will be,” he pulls me back to his arms. “She said “God
please protect my children”. It has haunted me every
year, I swear I’m not harming her son.”
Msindisi keeps quiet, his eyes are tearing. Musa starts
apologizing as he recalls Thobile’s last moments. He
had never taken a life before, it was not easy as he
thought it was going to be. His life has never been the
same after that day. His light died with her.
“I’m not a hitman, I’m just a man who made bad
decisions. And I know that your life would have turned
out differently if it wasn’t for me,” he says.
Msindisi sniffs back tears, “I hear you.”
Musa lifts his face up and wipes tears in his eyes.
“Now do you understand why I don’t want you to do it?”
Msindisi nods. It’s heavy but he accepts it. There’s
nothing much to look forward to in life now, he feels lost.
But Musa is right, jail isn’t a better choice either.
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I answer the door thinking it’s Nale coming back. But it’s
my cheating babydaddy, I don’t know what brings him
here without notifying me. Maybe he’s here for Nale
about the Hadebe ongoing feud.
“Nale is not home,” I say.
“I’m here to see you. Can I come in?” There’s something
in the shopping bag that’s making me nauseous. I don’t
know why he’s here with a shopping bag because I don’t
remember asking him for anything. Anything I want, I get
for myself.
“I didn’t want to come empty-handed,” he says with a
nervous chuckle.
My face is always pulled, little things piss me off, I have
crazy mood swings.
“How are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m good. What’s in the shopping bag?”
“I have a few things that I thought you might like.” He
puts it on the counter and takes out the contents. I see a
silver foil, the smell hits my nose, and everything in my
stomach turns.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I have never seen anyone more stupid. Out of
everything he thought I’d like fish. Fish!
I almost throw up on the floor but I manage to hold it in
until I reach the bathroom. Throwing up always leaves
my stomach aching, that’s why I do my best to avoid
fish.
“Here is water,” he says behind me.
“Are you crazy? Why would you bring me fish?”
“I’m really sorry, Nale said you like it and polony.”
What the fuck? Since when does he trust Nale?
“Get rid of it, now Xolani!” I don’t want to go back to the
kitchen and find fish and polony.
He rushes out. I rinse my mouth and wash my face. He
could’ve left me alone like I asked him to. But no, he
always wants to disrespect me, that’s why he asked
Nale what I like and came here pretending like he just
came up with it. Nale doesn’t like him and he’s stupid
enough to ask her what I like. Now I’m part of their
stupid rivalry.
I find him on the couch sitting with shame. The last thing
he should be doing is pissing me off and he can avoid
that by simply listening to me and respecting what I say.
“I’m really sorry,” he says.
“Okay,” I rest back on the couch.
My stomach hurts all because of him.
“Can we go and buy what you like? I know I shouldn’t
have bought you anything, you don’t consent to it. But I
really wanted to,” he says.
“I’m not dressed, I don’t want to go out,” I say.
“But you look beautiful, you don’t need to dress up.”
“I do, I don’t want to be pregnant and messy looking in
public.”
“In my eyes you will never look messy. But I can help
you fix your hair, if that’s going to give you a little
confidence.”
“So my hair looks messy?” I ask.
He smiles, “No, I didn’t say that.”
“But that’s what you implied. The comb is in the drawer
in my bedroom,” I say.
He fetches it and comes back with hair food as well. I
don’t know who taught him how to comb a woman’s hair.
Robyn, maybe.
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I have to tell Zola the truth before they call from home
and confront her, if they haven’t done it already. I have
her oranges, that’s a good start. I find her lying on the
couch, watching TV. I passed by the kitchen and
grabbed a knife to peel.
“I have your oranges,” I say.
She sits up with a frown. “Hello to you too. What did I do
right?”
“It’s more like what I did wrong mzala,” I say.
“Okay, I’m listening.” She takes the oranges and the
knife.
I put my bag away and sit. I just know that she will
refuse to understand and lash out, which will then leave
me with no choice but to defend myself.
“When you called in the morning I was in the kitchen,
busy. Your dad was there, so was Thami. I didn’t know
that you’d mention your pregnancy, you were on
loudspeaker.”
“Say you’re joking!” she stops peeling the orange,
already looking mad as hell.
“I’m not, they know,” I say.
“Why would you put me on loudspeaker and not warn
me? You wanted them to find out, right? Miss Goody-
Two-Shoes?” She’s going off, just like I expected.
“What would I gain from that?” I have no reason to rat
her out.
“Praises. Aren’t you now the good child? I don’t even
know why I still talk to you.” She takes the oranges and
storms off to her bedroom.
I said sorry, there’s nothing more that I can do.
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Nzalo is here, he wants to talk to me about something. I
hope it’s good news, I’m already dealing with Zola’s
tantrums, I can’t handle any more heartache. I put on my
jacket and step outside. He’s parked down the road.
I open the door and find him with his head buried on the
steering wheel.
“Please don’t tell me any bad news,” I say, it already
looks like it.
He lifts his head, smiling. “Is that how you greet your
boyfriend? You haven’t seen me all weekend.”
He’s such a big baby, I kiss his lips and sit back on my
seat.
“I missed you,” he says.
“You had dinner with your family. How did it go?”
“It went well. You will join us next time, right?”
“No, I’m good,” I say.
“Why? You’re my girlfriend.”
I feel like this small talk is just a foundation he’s laying
for a bigger issue.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“I talked to Msindisi, he told me everything. So now I
have to go with him and meet this Musa person on
Wednesday,” he says.
“With the police or you’re just going there with your big
head, no protection?” I don’t like this at all.
“Of course I will inform the police baby. But Msindisi
cannot know,” he says.
“I can’t wait for this to be over.” Honestly I’m tired of this.
MaMkhwanazi must be locked up once and for all, I will
inherit her curly wigs and expensive coats.
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**ON WEDNESDAY**
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I kiss his forehead and tell him that I’m waiting for him to
get out of the hospital, I will be home waiting for him with
Onathi and his little peanut. He’s concurred the big fight,
I may be angry at him for going there without my
consent but I know that he went there to save his
nephews. If he didn’t take this bullet it could’ve been one
of them, and who knows if they would’ve survived. I’m
mad but I understand, and I’m not going to give him a
hard time about it.
I look at Msindisi, our time is almost up. No movement. I
think he wants to be alone with him. I take Onathi and
we give him space.
I don’t want to leave, I want to be by his side until his
body recovers and he’s able to see me. But that’s not
realistic, I’m pregnant and working tomorrow. At least I
know that he’s out of danger and he’s in good hands
here.
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I’m okay if this guy leaves me, yet I’m making an effort
to compete with his potential future girlfriends. I wear a
push-up bra and floral shirt, leaving all the top buttons
open. I have a lot of mini skirts, I put on a pleated one
and seal the look with white sneakers.
“Hhayi-bo, uyaphi manje? I thought you were going to
get me izintanga to cook for your uncle,” says my aunt
walking in without knocking.
“This is how I dress in Tongaat,” I say.
“But you’re not in Tongaat, I’m sending you to the field.”
“I want to look beautiful for the sheep and goats,” I say.
She gives me a weird look and tosses a plastic bag to
me. I think he’s almost here, I put on the lipgloss and
some perfume. Mirror twirl! I look better than all his
potential future girlfriends combined.
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After dinner mom calls me to the side, I know a
confrontation is coming. Nale who stormed out while dad
was speaking is on her phone, not accused of any
disrespect. And here I am, being told how disrespectful I
was to her husband.
“You need to apologize to your dad. You know if you
weren’t pregnant he would’ve whooped your ass,” she
says.
“Okay, I will talk to him,” I’m just exhausted.
“Please do. Have you seen the doctor yet?”
“No, we are yet to make our first doctor visit together," I
say.
“Why did you go back? Because you’re pregnant?”
I shake my head, “No, I love him.”
“Mntanami be careful please,” she’s lost trust in Xolani.
She glances over to Nale and then comes closer to me,
whispering excitedly. “I think she has a boyfriend, here in
the village.”
“Is that good news?” I’m confused.
“Yeah, better than a city boy who knows nothing about
village life and culture.”
That must be Nzalo. I don’t know how I feel about Nale
breaking up with him and dating someone else here. If
it’s true, she’s just looking for a rebound, nothing more.
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I know there’s a lot going on, in the family and the village
at large, but my mind is only on my guest who is coming
to see me. It would’ve been better if it was during the
weekend, they would’ve been distracted by funerals and
village ceremonies. Now, as old as I am, I have to make
up an excuse to leave the house. They’re under the
impression that I’m seeing someone from the village, I
don’t know how their minds work, honestly. I try not to
dress up suspiciously. I wear skinny jeans and socks, so
it looks like I’m really headed to the field. I’m
volunteering to go and weed until the sunset. Nzalo is on
his way, I need to get out.
“And then?” aunt says, turning her eyes to me.
I don’t look too gorgeous, do I?
“I’m going to weed your carrots,” I say.
She frowns, “What’s the catch?”
I laugh, “Can’t I be helpful? I know you work hard
everyday and the field is close to your heart, especially
the carrot bed.”
“Oh, MaThabethe!” she smiles. “Let me get you the right
hoe, others are heavy. But are you sure with those
jeans? You know how your uncle feels about pants.”
“But we can wear pants to protect our legs when doing
outdoor activities and they cover up.” There’s no way I’m
changing, I look snatched in these jeans.
She takes the hoe and comes back. “Go around the bed
and between the rows, don’t cut my carrots,” she says.
“I know how to do it,” I say.
“Okay…should I give you some calamine to protect your
skin?”
“No, the sun is about to set anyway.” Eyy, this woman. I
just spent hours trying to contour my nose and highlight
my cheekbones. I’m not usually pressured by the beauty
standards but I no longer stay close to him, I need to
make a statement everytime he sees me. So yeah, I’m a
make-up artist now.
I take my phone and hoe, then make my way out.
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All white, really this guy? You don’t wear white if you’re
in the sneaking around period. Things are different now,
we should be careful, my uncle is moody these days.
He smiles, “Sweety- lovey.”
I jump on him, he wraps his arms around me and swings
me around. Gosh, I missed him so much. He puts me
down and kisses my forehead and lips.
“You missed this hunk, huh?” he asks.
“Hunk? Do you know the meaning?” I wrap my arms
around him, just in case he wants to run away. “The
coast is not clear, we’ll have to go inside the field.”
“I hope there are no snakes,” he says.
“Why? You’re a man, you shouldn’t be scared of
snakes.” I’m disappointed, my first boyfriend was from a
neighboring village and he’d cross a crocodile river
without complaining.
“Snakes are not pets. Or you want me to die?”
I roll my eyes, “You’re dramatic.”
There are no snakes here, Khanyisa’s mom has her own
field by her house.
I should’ve brought something we can sit on, we can’t
stand the whole time. But important things first, I kiss
him. A real, breath taking, affectionate kiss.
“I miss you,” he says, caressing the side of my face.
“I miss you too. Why don’t you come and see me
everyday?”
“Because I have to work, baby. You know what can
make our lives easier but you don’t have to rush it.
You’re a lot happier everytime I see you, I want that for
you.”
“What about you? Are you happy?”
“I’m too busy to be sad,” he says.
“Not busy with Tinder, right?”
He laughs, “No Tinder.”
He pulls me closer, we kiss again.
“So when do you think you will spend quality time with
me?”
“Aren’t we spending it right now?” I ask.
“Like this?” he shakes his head. “I’m a man, you know
that, right?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“Do you really want me to be a second hand virgin? I
miss having you in bed, even if it’s just two rounds I
would be fine,” he says.
“Okay, we will make arrangements.” It feels weird saying
this, not so long ago all it took was him driving to my
place and taking me to his or mother’s house.
“I’d be happy. Maybe we can book in town for a couple
of hours, say you’re going to the clinic or something.”
Now he’s teaching me how to lie.
“I’d rather say I’m going to post something at the post
office because someone close to my uncle works at the
clinic,” I say.
“That’s fine, as long as we spend time together.” He
looks around and sees the hoe lying down.
“You’re here to work?”
“Supposedly,” I say.
“Do you even know how to do it?”
“I grew up here, I know how to do everything.” I look at
him and he doesn’t believe me, it’s time for evidence. I
pick up the hoe.
“I grew up here, I know how to do everything.” I look at
him and he doesn’t believe me, it’s time for evidence. I
pick up the hoe, something moves from the tuft below
us. I see a green slithering snake and jump, screaming.
He swiftly shoves me away, picking the hoe from the
ground and pinning it where the snake is.
Jesus Christ! I have been here before and no snake has
ever come out. Is this snake trying to embarrass me? I
assured him that this was a snake-free field.
“Motherfucker!” he’s still hitting with a hoe.
I think it’s dead now, it didn’t even put up a fight to start
with. He’s taking out his sexual frustrations on the poor
snake. But I’m not going to lie, I feel super proud of him.
This is exactly what he will do to my enemies in future. A
man must be able to kill a snake.
I step closer and take a look. It’s the size of a lizard, but
victory is victory. My man is brave, that’s it.
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He's home early today, for the first time Onathi is leaving
the house alone and it’s freaking him out. She’s meeting
with two friends, going out to a dinner party and coming
back tomorrow morning. It’s one of her friends birthday
and she insisted on going. She hasn’t been in public or
any social gathering since the news that involved Winnie
and Musa hit surface. Xolani is worried but I think she
can handle it just fine.
“What do you think?” She comes out in the skimpiest
outfit I’ve ever seen.
My mouth drops open. If this is my reaction imagine her
dad’s.
“Too tight and too short,” I say.
“Okay, but does it look on me?”
“Obviously, you have a great body.”
“Bravo!” She goes to the mirror and adds something on
her cheekbones.
Her make-up is perfect, you’d swear she had a
professional MUA doing it. Hair on point, I don’t know
how many inches those are but I know they cost a
fortune.
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She takes out the water her husband used and says
goodbye to Nale who’s still watching TV, then comes
back to the bedroom. Thabethe has undressed and left
only his boxers.
He smiles as she closes the door, turning and walking
towards the bed.
“I have booked for us to be alone, away from the kids on
Saturday,” he says.
“I hope it didn’t cost a fortune. Which money did you
use?” She’s the biggest spender in the family, yet she
complains when someone else spends money.
“The money I got from fixing Nxamalala’s roof, you don’t
have to worry about it. I’m sorted, we will have a good
time. Woza ngikusize,” he says.
Khululiwe turns, she unhooks her dress and helps her
take it off. He’s in love with his wife, these days it feels
like new love. He pecks her lips as she gets in bed.
“Enough about kids’ boyfriends. How is my wife?” he
says.
Khululiwe smiles, “I’m okay.”
“Okay everywhere?” His hands run over her breasts.
She blushes, Thabethe likes making her feel like a child.
“Malume!” Nale bangs the door.
They ignore; it’s late, she should be going to her room.
“Malumekazi,” she calls again.
Khululiwe exhales heavily, “Let me see what she wants.”
She puts her dress back on and opens the door.
She’s holding her phone, “Where is malume? You guys
want me to break up with Nzalo!”
Zola must’ve just called her, she’s fuelled up.
“You really want us to talk about your boyfriend at this
time of the night?” Khululiwe asks with a heavy sigh.
“Yes, he’s my world,” she says.
Thabethe yells, “Not in my yard, he’s not the world here.
Go to bed!”
“No malume, what does my relationship have to do with
Mr X? I met Nzalo first, before Mr X even knew that Zola
existed, I was crying at his father’s funeral and…” Oops!
“Whose funeral? You attended a boy’s father’s funeral?”
Khululiwe is in shock.
“No…I mean yes, but he wasn’t my boyfriend at the
time, I was crying because I was asked to,” she says.
“Asked to cry? By who?” Khululiwe is confused.
“Umh, you know what guys, never mind. I’m not mad,
you’re just a test to our relationship and we are going to
come out of it victorious,” she turns and walks away.
The bedroom door widely opens, Thabethe has put on
his pants. “Come here,” he says.
He wants to know what kind of deliration went down.
Who asked his niece to cry at the Hadebe funeral? No
wonder she’s been emotionally overburdened, she goes
around collecting bad spirits.
Nale stands with her arms hugging her slim body. If she
could, she’d take it back and not say anything at all. One
thing for sure, she cannot mention Mr X because he’s
already hanging on a thin thread when it comes to his
reputation in this family. And Zola would hate her for
sure.
“Why were you at the Hadebe funeral and what
happened?” Thabethe asks.
“A colleague of mine was very close to him and she
asked me to go with her. I felt sorry for the family, so she
asked me to cry.” This makes no sense, even if she was
listening to herself.
“You are lying. Give me Nzalo’s number,” Thabethe
demands.
“Hhayi malume! His father’s death still traumatizes him.
If you bring it up he might commit suicide, I don’t want to
be widow,” she says.
Thabethe clicks his tongue, “A widow? What did he pay
for you?”
“Maybe the pizza and boxes of biscuits we always see in
the dumping hole outside,” says Khululiwe.
She’s shocked.
They know???
Khululiwe laughs, “Let’s go back to bed Thabethe.”
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NOKUZOLA
She takes off her clothes and tries it on. It’s very short
and silky, she can only wear something like this for her
husband’s eyes. She’s almost 46, she’s carried two kids
and gained weight as she matured in her womanhood,
of course her body looks different from what it used to
be. But her husband loves her with all her stripes and
loose handles.
She’s confident walking back to him, and as she wanted,
his jaws drop.
“You have secrets, Khululiwe,” he says, opening his
arms, looking stunned.
He hugs her and kisses her cheek, then admires her
thick, exposed thighs.
“I thought we’d eat first but Thabethe has woken up
now,” he says.
Khululiwe smiles, “You better calm him down because I
want to eat first.”
She only had six slices of bread and two chicken thighs
for breakfast. Thabethe ignores his throbbing shaft and
pours Coke for her. They are having KFC and chips,
with some bread rolls.
“I hope Nalenhle will cook early,” she says.
“It’s none of our business what they choose to do for
their stomachs.” Thabethe cannot care less, this is their
time and they shouldn’t worry about what children are
doing back home.
“I spoke to Nokuzola, she was feeling a bit sick,”
Khululiwe says. It’s in her as a mother to worry about
her children, no matter where she is.
“Where was Hadebe?” Thabethe asks.
“She said he went to work. I don’t think it’s anything
serious, just pregnancy. I was like that too with
Thamsanqa, I was always feeling sick,” she says.
"I will call her later and find out how she's doing," he
says with a low sigh. “I can’t believe she’s pregnant and
none of us are even with her.”
It’s still going to take him time to embrace this new stage
Nokuzola has embarked on.
“Well, she’s almost 30 and she's not alone there,
Hadebe is with her,” Khululiwe says.
"Didn’t you just tell me that he went to work and left her
sick? That man is going to take my child, make her a
mother and change her surname. It would’ve been
better if it was someone from around, where we could
see our daughter anytime we want and see when she’s
not happy. But it’s someone from a different place.”
“You did that to me and here we are today, happy,”
Khululiwe says.
“I had a mother, you were coming to a family with
direction and you had someone who guided you and
protected you. It’s different with Nokuzola, she’s going to
an empty family, there’s no mother figure or any woman
before her. One wife is in jail, the other one was
murdered, I’m sure even those who came before them
had horrible fates. Kunomkhokha nje ongemuhle.”
“But those weren’t his wives, he’s never had a wife,”
Khululiwe says, still defending her son-in-law.
“At his age, only God knows why! I have to strengthen
my daughter before she fully goes into that family, I don’t
trust anything,” Thabethe says.
Nokuzola might not agree with that but knowing her
husband, he will do it. They enjoy their KFC, for the first
time without the kids asking for their own pieces.
Thabethe takes out a slab of milk chocolate and
unwraps it for her.
“Inyongo ke!” Khululiwe says, breaking two bars and
giving it back to him.
He breaks his own and puts it away. The day is still
young, they pack up the food and move it out of the way.
“You didn’t buy any water?” she asks. They can’t drink
Coke all day.
“I totally forgot. Let me see if they don’t sell it in that little
store.” He gets up and fixes his clothes.
They share a quick kiss before he heads to the door.
“Stay ready for me,” he says, smiling back at her, then
walks out.
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NALENHLE
We had lunch first, I don’t know when was the last time I
ate out. It’s a pity there’s no good restaurant in my town,
I had to settle for pizza and some dunked wings. Now
we are arriving at the lodge with our drinks. He bought
me red wine, chocolates and some snacks. It has been
a dry season, I need quality time with my boyfriend and
multiple orgasms. We bought a packet of condoms, so
we don’t run out. We only have a couple of hours
together, I want to be home before the elders to avoid
questions. According to them, I’m home and doing
house chores. I left half of them done, I will only wrap up
a few things and cook later.
He gets the key and we make our way to our room. It’s
room-3, I hope nobody booked next door to us because
I don’t want them to get one star rating because of me. I
know myself, sometimes I act like a virgin.
Oh no, wait!
I pull Nzalo, he stops and looks at me confused.
I have never needed glasses in my life, my vision has
always been perfect.
“That’s my uncle,” I step back and hide behind him.
That’s the maroon shirt my uncle left home wearing. I
doubt it still sells anywhere in the world. It’s very old but
he takes care of it too well, it still looks new. He only
wears it on special occasions, and I thought it was for
the Magubanes today. What is he doing here? I’m
confused.
“Are you sure baby?” Nzalo thinks I’m playing.
“It’s him. Oh, my goodness!” He just entered the room
next to ours. Luckily he didn’t look back, but I’m not sure
what our next step should be.
“Let’s go quickly, maybe he’s seeing a guest inside that
room and leaving,” Nzalo says.
I follow him and we quickly get in our room. But now all
the excitement is gone, I’m scared and asking myself a
lot of questions.
He can see that I’m tense, his hug relaxes me a bit. “The
door is locked, he won’t know that you are here,” he
says.
We have both looked forward to this day and made
plans for it. I haven’t spent any quality, private time with
him, now is the time to make up for it. We kiss, he’s
already in a rush to feel my body, his hands are all over
me.
“I miss you everyday,” he whispers, unbuttoning my
shirt. He grabs my boobs and kisses me again. Then we
hear a bang from the next room and stop. Someone is
having sex and I can hear the male giving instructions to
the woman. The male is my uncle, I’d know my uncle’s
voice even in my deep sleep.
“Babe concentrate on me, please,” Nzalo captures
another kiss.
But they just got started, now the male is groaning and
talking dirty to his sex partner. All the excitement I had
for Nzalo’s dick subsides, I want to leave.
“Maybe we can get another room,” he says.
“That’s my uncle, Nzalo.” I don’t know what difference
he thinks another room will make.
I have heard my uncle saying unimaginable things:
“open wide…let me eat my cake.” I cannot recover from
this.
They are getting loud with each second, Nzalo is still
touching me and I have gotten so dry that even his
hands feel rough like they have razors.
“Nalenhle look at me,” he says.
I look at him, he pecks my lips.
“I will ask them for a different room,” he says.
I shrug, he grabs his jacket and ties it around his waist
and leaves.
I’m not in the mood anymore, my uncle is still going on
in the next room. I only hear the woman squealing and
her ass being slapped.
“Hold him, play with Thabethe, my love,” he says.
I knew it was him, I didn’t need any confirmation,
nevertheless he’s just given me one. His groans disgust
me, I left my earphones at home, playing music off my
phone isn’t blocking anything.
I’m ready for bed, I wish I can talk to Zola. I always vent
to her but this one will be a sensitive subject. I don’t
know what to do, Nzalo hasn’t reached out to me either.
Maybe I should call and apologize about today, then ask
my uncle for permission to visit him during the weekend.
Not, not the cheater, I will ask my aunt instead.
Someone knocks, I let him in thinking it’s Thami. But it’s
Skhundla, the cheater.
“Hey, I brought your food,” he says.
Didn’t I say I’m not hungry?
He walks in and puts it on my bedside cabinet.
“Your aunt says you are upset,” he says.
I don’t respond, I really don’t talk to unfaithful husbands,
I get in bed and pull the blanket over my head.
“Are you upset with me or something?”
Can’t he leave me alone? I keep quiet until he gives up.
“If you need something you know where to find me. I
had a good day and I’m not going to let your tantrums
ruin it,” he walks out.
I get up and shut the door, locking it so that no other
cheater walks in again.
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 91
NALENHLE
I wait until I hear him leaving, taking out his sheep, then
come out of my room to have breakfast. I didn’t call
Nzalo, I’m hoping today I can be permitted to visit him. I
can’t stand being in my uncle’s presence for another
day.
“Finally, I was starting to think maybe you’re sick,” aunty
says.
“No, I’m fine,” I say.
We are having tea and yesterday leftovers, she’s
warmed it up.
“We have been worried about you,” she says.
“I’m fine, malumekazi, really. I only want to know if it’s
okay for me to visit Nzalo this afternoon and come back
tomorrow?”
“Hhayi-bo Nalenhle, you know the rules,” she says.
This is exactly the reason why I used to sneak out
growing up.
“But I’m 26, those rules no longer apply to me,” I say.
“Waze washisa bo mdoko! You can be 30 or 40, here
you will remain a child until you go and build your own
house.” She’s not having it.
“Okay then, I’m visiting Zola and Mr X,” I say.
She gives me a side-eye. What else should I say? I was
straightforward and she refused, so now I’m lying.
“If you had respected yourself and followed the right
path, he would’ve been coming here to see you, not you
going to him. It doesn’t work like that, yisoka eliza
ekhweni. You have to ask your uncle,” she says.
“Nooo!” I’d rather go missing, I’m not asking my uncle.
“What? Are you beefing with him?” she asks.
“I’m not, I just don’t want to talk to him. So can I go or
not?”
“Fine, you can go,” she finally agrees.
I’m going to surprise Nzalo while he’s mad at me. I’m
going to prove to him that I actually put people first, I just
have my shortcomings and imperfections as a human
being.
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I’m going to leave my laundry on the drying line, then
iron when I come back. I’m busy washing behind the
house where our water drums are, then I feel someone
standing behind me.
“Can I bring my shirt too?” he asks.
It’s the maroon shirt he went to charm his sidechick with.
“No,” I say.
“I’m still an elder to you, don’t disrespect me.” Here
comes the “elder” card, who said we can’t say no to
elders?
“What’s your problem?” he asks, for the first time he
sounds less concerned and more impatient with my sour
mood.
I wasn’t going to say anything but now that he’s followed
me to ask, I will talk.
“I saw you at the lodge yesterday, kwaManzini,” I say.
He doesn’t look shaken, he just frowns. “And what were
you doing there?”
“That’s not important, you should be worried about when
I will tell aunty that you went there.” I’m sure she was
with the Magubanes while he was out with another
woman.
“Tell her what?” he asks, acting confused.
“That you went to the lodge and I heard you were with a
woman,” I say.
“Oh! Is that why you’ve been upset?”
A very stupid question. Of course I have been upset
because of that. I will never be okay after hearing him
having sex in the next room.
“She’s a good woman,” I say.
He laughs, “I know.”
What’s funny?
“I’m going to bring my shirt,” he says and walks away
laughing.
No remorse, nothing. I’m not crazy, am I? I know very
well what I heard and I know it was him.
He brings the shirt and doesn’t address the lodge issue
again.
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They are okay, laughing together and watching TV. I’m
ready to go, surprisingly my uncle hasn’t said anything. I
have to get going, I want to get there before 5pm, shortly
after he comes back from work. They look up, they have
this thing of staring at people at the same time, like
there’s a crime they’re suspecting.
“I’m on my way,” I say.
“Where are you going?”
He does this everytime, I know his wife told him.
“I’m visiting Nzalo,” I say.
“Oh, that’s nice. When are you coming back? Or I
shouldn’t ask, you will come back when you come back,
just like you leave when you want?”
Sigh!
“I asked and aunty said I can go. I’m coming back
tomorrow, it’s his birthday,” I say.
“Your birthday lie is getting old,” he says and puts his
arm around his wife. “Before you go, tell your aunt why
you have been mad at me?”
He looks amused, now I think I got the whole situation
wrong.
I look at my aunt who looks a bit embarrassed. “You
guys went to visit the Magubanes, right?”
“Yes,” she says.
“I saw malume at the lodge.”
“What?” She wants to sound surprised but she cannot
fool me. “Okay, what were you doing there because you
didn’t say anything about it to me?”
“It was a last minute thing,” I say.
“So what makes you mad about seeing your uncle
there?”
“Because I was in the room next to the one he entered.”
I cannot say the exact reason but this should give him a
clue about what I heard.
“I won’t apologize for that, I was with my wife and you
weren’t supposed to be there,” he says.
I’m shocked. One, they lied about going to the
Magubanes; two, he was calling her baby and saying all
those things.
I look at her, “For real?”
“I was with him,” she confirms.
This makes it even worse.
“I heard you guys,” I blurt it out.
I can see she looks a bit ashamed. But he doesn’t care,
he has a smug look on his face like I deserve the trauma
they put me through.
“I fought with Nzalo because of you,” I say.
“Unomdikheyi wena! Who is Nzalo to me?” He doesn’t
like it when I talk to him about boyfriend stuff, he wants
to be the traditional uncle that takes no nonsense. But
he should get used to it by now because I will never
stop.
“I will give you feedback when I come back,” I say.
He frowns, “Feedback for what?”
“How we sorted things out, angithi I’m going there to fix
things.”
He clicks his tongue and holds his wife’s hand. I’m kinda
relieved that he wasn’t cheating on her, however I do
wish their sex life was different. He’s an old person, he
shouldn’t be saying dirty things and spanking his wife. I
thought old people only do missionary, without making
noises and only at night when everyone is asleep.
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HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 92
NALENHLE
NOKUZOLA
We are out for the first time, attending a work event. I
didn’t want to come, I’m not in my best shape and look.
My nose grows everyday, my neck is dark. I scrub it
everyday but it’s not going anywhere. I got comfort in a
Pregnant Ladies Group when they told me it happens
when you’re pregnant, I will be fine once I give birth. I
requested a turtle neck dress, which he got for me last
minute. Luckily it did fit me, they only did changes
around the arms. It looks good, I look tall in it and I’m
wearing heels.
There are a lot of people, a lot more than I expected. It’s
an event for the elites, once you walk in it looks like
you’ve left South Africa. Darkies are speaking English
better than Eugen, my manager. I met Xolani outside his
working space, I have gone to some of his business
establishments and met his employees. I know he’s
quite monied but I did underestimate how big he is in the
industry. It intimidates me everytime he’s stopped by
someone I know from TV and they talk like equals.
Some even act like fans and stop him just to compliment
his achievements and so forth.
“Is this Mrs Hadebe to be?” one lady asks, she’s with a
white man with a British accent.
“Yes, her name is Nokuzola,” he says and tightens his
hand around.
I flash a smile, hoping it’s not giving anything away
about my scattered nerves.
“You look very young,” she says.
I didn’t need her to point it out. Yes, I haven’t met
anyone who’s my age unless it’s daughters with their
fathers. But I thought no one will pay attention since my
height is boosted by heels and a long dress.
I’m relieved when we walk away from them.
“Do you need another drink?” he asks before we sit.
“No, I’m good,” I say.
He kisses my cheek, we sit and flash smiles to our table
mates before shifting our eyes to the woman on stage. I
won’t lie and say I’m enjoying. Yes, drinks are flowing
and there’s a fine dining area, finger food on the table
and all. But I can’t wait to leave, this is not my crowd at
all.
“Oh here comes, Dr Zondo,” he says excitedly.
A man joins our table, he’s with his wife who’s my
mother’s age. They’re all happy to see each other;
friends are reunited. While he talks to Dr Zondo, I have
to chat with his wife as a friend.
“You never come out, he’s always telling us about you,”
she says.
“From now on, I will be coming out,” I lie to her face. I’m
never coming to these things again.
“Good, you need to mingle and meet all his associates.
What do you do?”
Eeh, she’s quite nosy.
“I work at New Universe,” I say.
“Germans own that company now, right? You need to do
something on the side, employment is never guaranteed
in this country. You are with Xolani Hadebe, get
something off the ground, even if you don’t end up
together you will know that you didn’t let opportunities
pass you by. I mean, every woman should walk away
with something from a relationship, we invest a lot in
these men.”
I nod awkwardly, “You are right.”
“I’m always right,” she smiles.
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It was two hours but it felt like the whole night. My feet
are aching, I have never worn heels for so long. I take
them off as soon as we get inside the bedroom.
“Let me help you with the dress,” he says.
I turn around, he unzips it and pulls it up. It was a bit
tight, getting it off is a hustle. He kisses my neck, he
knows that I’m not secure about it at the moment.
“You were the most beautiful woman in the room. Did
you count how many people complimented you?” He’s
so silly.
“No, I was too nervous for that,” I say.
“Why? You were the most beautiful woman there and I
was so proud to be next to you,” he says.
I’m blushing, I know that’s his observation because he
loves me, there were a lot of more beautiful women
there. He rubs my belly.
“You shouldn’t be insecure about this body. It’s adapting
to the magic you’re nurturing in here,” he kisses it. “And I
love everything about it.”
“Thank you,” I need him to boost my confidence every
now and then. “Have you thought about Nzalo’s
situation?”
My dad wants to meet him and I know it’s about Nzalo
asking Nale to marry him the way he did. It was a bomb,
he hasn’t even gotten back to my dad about Nzalo
refusing to end the relationship with Nale. I know dad
will be hard on him.
“My cousin will go, I’m just worried because they’re not
close. He might say or do things the way Nzalo wouldn’t
like and you know how crazy that boy can be,” he says.
“I didn’t think they’d want to get married so soon. So if it
happens I will be Nale’s mother-in-law?” I can’t believe
this mess happening here.
“Yes,” he laughs.
“I always thought at some point in life we will live our
lives separately. We went to the same schools, lived
together and worked in the same company. Now we are
going to marry into the same family.” We have twinned
our whole lives and it looks like that will be so until
death.
“If you both can’t say no to the Hadebes, what can we
do?” He’s so full of himself.
“I’m only here because I’m pregnant,” I say.
“Really now?” The joke went above his head, he looks
hurt.
“I’m joking,” I say.
“Don’t joke like that. Are we showering together?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Okay but I’m not helping you, you’re here because
you’re pregnant, you don’t love me.”
Jeez, can’t he take a joke?
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MSINDISI
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 93
NALENHLE
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 94
NOKUZOLA
XOLANI HADEBE
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 96
NALENHLE
We had our late lunch and then went to the shops to buy
grocery for Lwethu. I don’t know what she likes, so I
didn’t buy a lot, her brother will leave her with some
cash to buy the rest when she gets free time. We have
arrived to the apartments, it’s late, she’s definitely back
from any daily activity she may have been busy with
during the day.
Nzalo carries all the shopping bags, I’m behind him busy
with my recording. We make our way in, it’s quiet
outside, everyone is indoors, it’s cold, you only hear
radios and TVs. I stop recording outside the door.
Nzalo knocks a couple of times before the door opens.
A half naked boy? Are we at the right place?
“Where is Lwethu?” Nzalo asks, he’s sure this is the
right apartment.
The boy looks back, Lwethu’s voice comes from inside
asking who’s at the door. Maybe this is a roommate,
they’re sharing rent and both hate staying at the student
residences.
Nzalo walk in, I follow right after, I want to see what’s
going on.
Lwethu is half naked as well.
“Hhayi-bo!” I’m shocked.
The boy is standing by the door, probably contemplating
between running off and standing with his half-naked
partner.
“Why are you here?” She’s shaking.
I look at the boy, then back at her. They’re probably age
mates, that’s a relief.
“Who is this boy and why is he in the apartment I rent
for?” Nzalo.
“It’s…it’s Thabiso,” she says, stuttering.
Nzalo turns and instructs the Thabiso to come closer.
He’s put everything down and I’m not sure what he’s
thinking. I stand in the middle, I don’t want to be arrested
in Mpumalanga.
“Why are you here?” he asks.
Thabiso looks frightened. “I’m helping Lwethu with her
assignment.”
“Where is the assignment?” Nzalo.
Poor boy, he doesn’t even know what to do.
I look at Lwethu, “Is he your boyfriend?”
She nods.
My eyes trail down to her lower body wrapped in a
towel. That’s a lot of kilos she’s gained, she didn’t look
like this the last time we saw her.
Nzalo is going off, he’s making noise and scaring them.
“Let me talk to them,” I say.
“No, I sent you here to come and study, wena ufuya
oskhotheni!”
“Nzalo please,” I touch his arm.
He looks at me and exhales heavily. “I will be in the car,”
he says.
He walks out, I close the door after him and turn back to
these two.
“Guys seriously, do you live together?” I ask.
Lwethu nods, sheepishly.
Disappointing!
“For how long?” I ask.
“Maybe two months, I wasn’t well so I asked him to
move in with me,” she says.
“But we always chat on Whatsapp and you’ve never said
anything about being sick. Is it being sick making you
gain weight?” I ask.
She drops her eyes.
I look at Thabiso. “Does your mother know that you’re
cohabiting instead of studying?”
“I am studying,” he says.
“But does she know about this arrangement?”
He shakes his head and drops his eyes as well.
“Your brother is angry but I will talk to him, tomorrow
we’ll take you to the doctor,” I say.
“Huh-ah Nale, I don’t want to go to the doctor,” she
refuses.
“Aren’t you sick?” I ask.
“Not anymore,” she says.
I think she’s found out, I can see it too. I doubt Nzalo
noticed, men are dumb.
This is not what we came here for, Nzalo will lose his
mind.
“We brought you these, we are here until Tuesday, we
will call,” I say.
“Okay, thank you,” she says with a sigh of relief.
This Thabiso is in a big problem, his parents should’ve
raised him better. Lwethu couldn’t even wait to finish her
course before having unprotected sex. God help us all!
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XOLANI HADEBE
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 97
NALENHLE
Robyn is pregnant?
No, I don’t believe it. Why did she wait until Mr X brought
lobola to announce it. NSA never ends well, in most
cases. No woman would be okay with a man who fucks
her for years and then meets another woman and
proposes marriage in less than five months. I think the
biggest mistake Mr X would make right now is playing by
her instructions, which I’m afraid he’s already doing.
She’s back in KZN, supposedly sick and unable to
maintain herself. If he falls into it, they will be tempted
again, and the second time I don’t think Zola would
forgive him.
Speaking of her, let me get the hot tea straight from the
horse’s mouth.
She answers immediately, I bet she was on the phone,
not Mr X’s chest.
“Hey, can we talk?” I ask.
“Yes, what’s up?” she says.
“I just heard about Robyn. Is it true?”
“Let me put you on loudspeaker…”
I’m confused. Why am I going on loudspeaker?
“Nale wants to know if you really made Robyn
pregnant?” she’s asking Mr X, they’re together.
Is Zola mad? She’s ruining my reputation, now my future
father-in-law will think I’m a mamgobhozi.
“Why are you doing this?” I hear Mr X’s voice.
“What am I doing? Did you make her pregnant or not?”
Oh fuck, I just ignited a fight with my nosy ass. I know
how Zola gets when she’s angry, she will shred him into
pieces, I feel sorry for the senior citizen. I mean, he was
already forgiven for this sin and now he’s back to the
naughty corner, all because he fucked a crazy woman.
I don’t even start the fire, I rush inside the house to tell
my aunt about what I just saw.
“Malumekazi ungabona!” I say.
She lowers the radio volume.
I sit down next to her, “You still remember Mbuzeni,
MaNdlela’s first son? He has a colored makoti, she’s
wearing heels and walking around with an umbrella.”
“Oh, I heard that. But MaNdlela said her daughter-in-law
is white,” she says.
“No, mixed, she’s not white. She’s pregnant already.” I’m
shocked.
Mbuzeni was stabbing people growing up.
“Bad timing, inebhadi leyontombazane because he just
lost his job in that security company he was working for,”
she says.
“She looks monied, I’m sure she’s the one taking care of
him, plus she has a car.”
“I don’t trust these city women, she probably fell
pregnant for him by mistake.”
Well, I can’t say they look compatible. But love knows no
color, no age, no thug. So it’s possible that she found
love in a hopeless place.
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NOKUZOLA
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 98
NOKUZOLA
XOLANI HADEBE
Well, it’s been over two hours since Nokuzola left work,
yet she’s still not home. He didn’t want to call, thinking
maybe he started at the shops and grabbed something
to eat. But no, it’s getting late and he’s becoming more
worried.
He calls, it rings unanswered. He tries again, same fate.
Nokuzola is now using this situation to get out of
character. He looks through his contacts and finds New
Universe’s general manager’s number. He calls and
finds out that all workers left on time. After a couple
more calls he finds out that Nokuzola left with the same
lady that picked her up in the morning. Her friend has
always been Nale, it looks like Nale’s absence is going
to invite unnecessary people into their lives.
Lwethu joins him in the dining room for dinner and later
goes to bed, without meeting Nokuzola. His temperature
is rising, even his wristwatch feels heavy. He takes it off
and pours cold water in a glass. It’s past 7pm now and
this woman is still not home, and not picking his calls.
The gate opens, he curses and goes to the door. It’s her,
phewww.
He almost lost his shit. Anything could’ve happened to
her and she didn’t even bother communicating.
“Uphumaphi?” he asks.
Zola walks past him and doesn’t answer.
Yes, he understands that she’s angry but they cannot
live like this. He follows her up to their bedroom, she’s
not bothered by any of his questions.
“Nokuzola, I’m talking to you,” he says.
“I went out with Zanele. Did I leave with your kidneys?”
He exhales heavily, “I asked what you want us to do, I’m
open to anything, and you refused. You just want to
insult me and stomp your feet on me like a dirty, old
rug.”
“You are a dirty, old rug,” she says.
“Nokuzola don’t disrespect me like this,” his voice
trembles.
“Or what? Do your worse Xolani, you’re good at it
anyway.”
He walks out, his chest pounding.
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CHAPTER 99
They don’t know shit about this, but there was no time to
reach out to long distant relatives who would’ve probably
spread around the news and gossiped about Lwethu
nonstop. Nzalo didn’t want to come, he wants to
distance himself from this pregnancy, however this is his
little sister by blood and she has no one beside him.
Xolani came with them as an elder but he also has no
idea what they’re supposed to do.
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NOKUZOLA
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CHAPTER 103
NALENHLE
NOKUZOLA
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CHAPTER 104
NOKUZOLA
He’s been sleeping for hours, it’s getting lonely for me. I
have made us food but ate alone because he’s not
awake, now I’m eating for the second time. I miss
Lwethu, she hasn’t come back from Nzalo’s house, I
guess he finally forgave her and they’re getting along.
My phone rings and it’s Nale. I have given up on
begging her to come and visit me.
“Stranger,” I answer.
“Please tell me you’re sitting down,” she says.
“Lying on the couch, what’s the latest?” I know she’s
bringing me new village tea.
There’s always something going on that side, they’re
their own entertainment.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard about Mbuzeni and Robyn,”
she says.
“I gave you that tea mos.” How can she tell me the news
I broke to her first.
“They’re both dead,” she says.
“Huh?” I sit up straight, my chest is pounding.
Dead? I spoke to Mbuzeni yesterday afternoon.
“It’s sad, he killed her and then turned the gun on
himself. MaNdlela is losing it, your mom just went there
with other women.” She’s serious, I know Nale will never
joke about death.
“I’m confused. When did all this happen?” I ask.
“Last night, at his house in Waterloo. MaNdlela got a call
this morning from his neighbors. I didn’t think it would
get this far, it’s not like he was with Robyn when she
slept with Mr X.”
“I’m confused, when we talked he didn’t even sound
angry.” I don’t know what to think. Did I drive him to it by
constantly feeding him information about Robyn?
“Maybe they argued about it and he got angry.
Remember he was stabbing people here in the village,
one guy almost lost his life,” I say.
“I remember, but a pregnant woman?” There’s a knot in
my stomach, I feel responsible, like I played a huge part
in her demise. My heart is with her, not Mbuzeni who
decided to end his life. I’m sure Robyn wanted to meet
her child, confused as she was, and she still wanted to
live. Regardless of how I felt about her, she was
someone’s daughter.
“Mbuzeni could’ve just waited for the birth and kept his
distance instead of killing her,” I say.
“Exactly what we’ve been saying, it’s so unfair. But ke
you’re free and so is Mr X. Where is he? I want to say
hi,” she asks.
“He’s taking a nap,” I say.
“During the day? Is he the pregnant one?”
“He had a rough night, you know how his customers get
on weekends.”
“Oh yes, pass my regards to him.”
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I take a walk in the backyard, my head is pounding. I’m
trying my best not to overthink. It’s what Mbuzeni’s
neighbors say it was. And the police got there, right?
They would’ve known if there was a third hand. And
beside, Xolani would never commit such horrific crime.
Robyn hadn’t gotten a cent from him, it’s likely to be
Mbuzeni acting out of anger. And knowing how he was
like back home, I wouldn’t put it past him.
Shit, Winnie.
I need to update her, maybe she hasn’t heard. I stand
against the door and scroll down to her number. Before I
press the call button, hands grab my waist.
He kisses my neck, “I’m awake.”
How did I not hear him coming?
I’m a bit startled, as if he can read what I’ve been
thinking about him.
“I was about to call Winnie,” I say.
“You will call her later, come here.” He lifts me up, swiftly
I almost lose my breath.
I wrap my arms around him, he takes me to the lounge
couch.
We kiss; he grabs my face and deeply kisses me.
I get a chance to breathe and exhale enormously.
“Xolani!”
“Yes mama,” he lifts my skirt, chasing my lips to kiss me
again. My panty shifts to the side, his fingers rubs my
mound.
“Have you calmed down?” he asks in a low whisper.
“I did, a long time ago,” I say.
“Show me,” he pulls off his T-shirt and rests back on the
couch next to me with his boxers lowered.
Really? I was in the mood in the morning, not now.
“Woza,” he pulls out his arm.
I take my panty off and sit on his lap. We kiss again, his
hand slides under my skirt to my uncovered ass. His
erection rubs against me, I can feel the vein pulsating.
“Xolani, something horrible happened,” I say.
He stops, “With you?”
“No, not with me but…”
“If it’s not about you, I don’t care.” He grabs my face and
kisses me again. My legs are spread on his lap, his
finger enters my cookie jar. He doesn’t know how
important this is.
I try talking to him again but he’s busy, not giving me a
chance.
“Sit on it,” he says, pulling out his fingers wet.
I lift my skirt up and position myself on it, then smoothly
go down until every inch is buried inside me. He holds
my belly while I move up and down on him. He’s
enjoying, every facial expression he makes evidently
shows it.
I want to keep going until we both reach our orgasms
but my waist can no longer take it. He takes his turn; he
puts me down on my back and spreads my legs to the
sides, then bounces in my cookie.
We wet the couch, his load fills me up and spills down.
My thighs are sticky when we are done, I want to clean
myself but I’m wrapped in his sweaty arms.
“I never thought I’d ever be this happy in my life,” he
says, lightly pecking me on the neck.
“You are happy?” I ask.
“With you? Kakhulu makoti, I wouldn’t be anywhere in
the world except here,” he says.
“That makes me happy.” Nothing will ever make more
sense than me being with him.
It hasn’t been harmonious, we’ve had many downs than
ups, but still, my heart beats for him. He moves to the
side but keeps his hand on me.
“What did you want to tell me?” he asks.
Now doesn’t look like the perfect time. We just had sex,
confirmed our feelings to one another and reconnected,
I’m not announcing death right after it. He will find out, I
know he’s going to find a couple of missed calls.
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NALENHLE
Mbuzeni’s death is the latest topic in the village. I don’t
know if it’s MaNdlela spreading it to justify her son’s
actions, everyone knows that Robyn was clearing on
him and Mbuzeni found out that the baby wasn’t his,
hence ended their lives. Not just the two of them but
three, there was an innocent soul growing inside her. My
aunt keeps going to see her and bringing back the
mattress tea. What they don’t know, and I pray they
never do, is that Mr X was the other man. I don’t know
why Robyn had to end up with a man in our village,
everything keeps unfolding in a way nobody could’ve
ever predicted.
Thami walks in, aunty is still updating us about the
funeral arrangements.
“Whose car is parked on the road?” he asks.
“Which road?” We are all confused.
“Outside, the black one,” he says.
I hope it’s not who I think it is because he didn’t tell me
anything. I check my phone, there’s no message from
him.
“Who is it?” malume asks, looking at me.
“I don’t know,” I shrug.
He stands up and takes his knobkirrie, then walks out.
My uncle has anger problems, you’d swear he doesn’t
get it with artificial warmth at night. I walk behind him, I
don’t want him to hurt that person, whoever it is in that
black car I’ve rode a couple of times, I don’t want my
uncle to end up in jail.
“Where are you going?” He turns back to me.
“I want to see who it is,” I say.
The door opens and we both see who it is. I have been
told to tell him not to come around anymore. His uncle
also got the message. But here he is, looking clueless.
“It’s you again,” my uncle is now tired of repeating
himself.
“Hello malume,” he says.
“What are you here for this time?”
“Nalenhle has been scamming me, malume.”
Seriously? It was only twice, that doesn’t make it a
scam.
My uncle looks at me. “What did you do?”
“It’s a misunderstanding,” I say.
“I’m tired of you two, you can’t do your thing without
annoying everyone.” He turns, putting the knobkirrie
over his shoulders.
“I saw this one on the road and recognize him,” Nzalo
says.
We are both confused. Who is him? And why is he
opening the back door?
Dennis???
What was he doing on the road? He hasn’t been feeling
well.
Oh, he’s one of my uncle’s goats and he’s on his father’s
arms right now.
“Thank you. Didn’t he mess the car?” he asks.
Nzalo smiles, “Not at all, he’s well-behaved.”
“They all are, let me go and check his leg.” His anger is
gone, he no longer cares about Nzalo’s parking spot and
me getting in his car.
“Now say the truth, I know you don’t know his goats,” I
say.
“Thami helped me, I have to do something to earn a
place in his heart.”
I knew it! This is a staged heroic act.
“So when is tomorrow in your calendar?”
Jesus Christ!
“I’m sorry,” I laugh.
He smiles, shaking his head hopelessly.
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NOKUZOLA
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CHAPTER 106
NOKUZOLA
NALENHLE
I feel okay after seeing him, I think he’s the only person
I’ve held a long conversation with today. Am I the type
that people drag on Facebook? Looking sour because
there’s a ceremony at home. I hope that’s not what
people think, my anger was directed to my family, not
everyone.
“I want to talk to you,” aunty says.
“Now?” I ask.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
I’m not doing anything, Zola is with the girls, I follow her
to her bedroom. I know she probably wants to address
the way I’ve been carrying myself since morning.
“I don’t like what you did today,” she says.
“What did I do?” I ask.
“Carrying a long face and being unfriendly to everyone.
It was your mother’s ceremony, you should’ve been nice
to guests, most people came here to support Nalenhle’s
mother.”
“But you know that I don’t know how to pretend; if I’m
not okay, I’m not okay,” I say.
“What happened? I thought we did everything perfectly,”
she asks.
“No, it’s not about the ceremony, but Zola. I don’t like
how she always pins her misery to me and my mom,
even when she’s dead. And I know she talked to you
about it. I’m one person who didn’t have a perfect
childhood, I struggled a lot, you remember that. But now
my childhood is always being referenced to as if I had
everything smoothly.”
“Can I call her to be here?” she asks.
I shrug, she goes out and calls Zola. I didn’t want to
address this today because I’m still angry and my point
may get lost in the midst of emotions.
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HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 110
NALENHLE
I went to Tongaat and woke up in Fraserburg. I didn’t
even get a chance to call home, out of province for me is
international, so I can’t be this far without letting my
family know. There’s no emergency, it was only in
Nzalo’s head. Msindisi doesn’t open up to him, neither
does Lwethu, but still that doesn’t give him a glimpse
about what kind of a brother he is. I’m sure Lwethu and
Msindisi talk about everything and hide some things
from him. So we came here because ever since Msindisi
left KZN he’s never set his foot back again. He can’t be
that busy, Lwethu fell pregnant within three months of
leaving home, so his guard is up. Hopefully when we go
to his apartment we don’t find him in a situation that we
found Lwethu in, cohabiting with a pregnant girl.
I’m about to make a phone call, I get distracted by a
naked man walking out of the bathroom.
“There are towels in the bathroom,” I say.
“Hhayi-bo,” he says, running some lotion on his arms.
“Hhayi-bo ini? I’m trying to call my aunt to tell her that
I’m here.”
“But I’m not holding you,” he stands in front of the mirror
and checks his small bum-bum out.
No, I can’t make a call to an elder while there’s a naked
man in front of me. I respect my aunt too much to
disrespect her like that. I put the phone down, he
glances at me and chuckles.
We have freshened up to go to Msindisi’s apartment,
he’s going to be home after 4pm. His is not a surprise,
Nzalo texted him and told him that we are here.
He closes the curtains and comes to my side, standing
in front of me with his dick dangling on his thigh. This is
a punishment, I don’t find a dick cute unless I’m horny.
“Why are you making a face? Please suck me,” he says.
“We are about to leave.” I don’t want to suck a dick. Not
before I go to meet new people, Msindisi’s circle.
“We are not rushing to work. Awufuni?”
I sigh, “I’m tired.”
“Okay,” he climbs on the bed and pulls the towel around
my waist off. I’m cute, I took a shower and put my
underwear on. I only need to put on a dress and I will be
good to go.
“How do you think I survive?” he asks, lying between my
legs.
“What do you mean?” I know exactly what he wants,
yesterday we had to get ready for a trip here and we
didn’t do much other than kissing.
“I haven’t had sex this month,” he says.
“Me too,” I say.
Men like acting special, a month is only four weeks.
“So why are you surprised that I want to nut?”
I let out a heavy sigh and push down my G-string. He
helps me and takes it off one leg, then brushes my
mound. I shaved clean yesterday before I left home, I
thought I’d get some last night, that’s when I was
prepared.
“Awuzenz’ istarring!” he says, smiling at it.
“I didn’t shave for you,” I say.
“Do you fuck yourself or you are keeping it for someone
else?”
I don’t respond, he spreads my vaginal lips and runs his
pink finger between the folds. His face goes down, he
keeps it spread and runs the tip of his tongue through
the folds. Anytime his mouth gets in contact with a place
it shouldn’t be on, I hold my breath.
“Relax,” he says.
I breathe out. He pushes my knees up and dedicates his
tongue to my clit. Sucking, gently biting and nibbling on
it. He’s not doing this to turn me on or give me an
orgasm. No, it’s for his own happiness, he’s moaning
with every lick. He sticks his finger in my opening and
then licks off every juice that comes out.
“Babe!” my clit is throbbing like it’s about to burst in his
lips.
“Mmmmm,” he moans in my cookie.
Fuck, I grab on the sheets and try muffling my screams.
He pushes in the second finger and moves them
around, tapping on my soft spot. His lips pull my clit,
then he beats it with his tongue. My legs tremble, my
body is letting out a steam. He pins me down, I’m never
still during an orgasm. He restricts my movements until
my body calms down.
The veins on his temple are bursting out. His eyes are
tiny and teary. If I don’t give him anything I won’t see
heaven, there’s just no way I will enter.
“Ow baby!” he moans before I even touch him.
He’s breathing with his mouth open. He grabs me from
getting out of bed.
“Skoon babe, please,” he looks ready to cum.
We don’t do it raw unless it’s urgent and in inappropriate
places. I don’t take chances, I never forget to take a pill
the next morning. He doesn’t even wait for me to be in
position, he pulls my leg up and gets in while I’m lying
on my arm, almost breaking myself.
It doesn’t take long before he starts vibrating like a
Nokia 3310.
“I’m cumming baby wami, I’m cumming!” He doesn’t
bother pulling out until his whole load is inside me. I
need another shower and address to the nearest
pharmacy.
I turn around, he kisses me out of breath until I gently
push him off.
He brushes my cheek, “We’ll continue when we come
back. I love you, uyezwa?”
“I love you too,” I say.
“Let’s keep our love burning like this. I will never break
your heart. You make me happy more than I ever
thought I will ever be.”
I smile, “Really babe?”
“I love you more than you know and you’re my best
friend. I know I can talk to you about anything and you
won’t judge me,” he says and quickly corrects himself.
“No, you judge me but still stay with me.”
He knows me too well.
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CHAPTER 112
NOKUZOLA
I return back home, hoping they are all gone to beds, but
it looks like they’re waiting for me.
“Is everything alright with Hadebe?” dad asks.
I want to ask him to go and chase Xolani away, but I feel
like it’s going to be dramatic for no reason.
“Yeah, everything is okay,” I say.
Mom looks at me suspiciously. “Is he still here?”
“Yes, I will pack my bag and leave with him. The car will
be here, I will make a plan for it to be fetched,” I say.
“Is he here to fetch you by dark?” dad.
“No, there’s an emergency back in the house.” I hate
him for making me leave this way.
I love my family, I don’t want them to be involved in
Xolani’s madness because I know things may escalate.
And he kills, so I don’t want to take any chances. I get in
my room and start packing.
The door opens, Nale has followed me.
“Is everything really okay?” she asks.
“He’s acting weird, I don’t want anything to happen to
you guys.”
“Zola please, how weird? Is he angry?”
“No, he’s not but he doesn’t want to tell me why he’s
here. He’s changing the parking spot instead, he doesn’t
want to leave. What if he comes and burns our house?”
“Come on, Mr X is not crazy,” she laughs.
“He is crazy. Please keep your phone close, I will call
you if he does anything strange.”
She stops laughing and frowns. “Are you serious? If you
feel threatened we should call the police.”
“No, I will call you if he does something. I’m not saying
he will, I just don’t trust him. Don’t tell anyone, please.”
“Jeez!” she blows out a sigh.
“Promise me, Nale.”
“Okay, I won’t tell anyone.”
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CHAPTER 113
NOKUZOLA
NALENHLE
I see his car and stop under a tree shade. He pulls up, I
get inside and then we look for a safe spot to park. My
man looks handsome; fresh haircut and trimmed beard.
“I have missed you,” I kiss his lips.
“Babe, I’m not here for kiss-kiss.”
“What do you mean?” He mustn’t come here to spoil my
mood.
I have tender lips and I’m a good kisser.
He takes a deep breath, “The pill babe, the pill.”
“Are you on drugs Nzalo?” I’m confused, what kind of pill
is he on?
“We didn’t buy the pill, your pill,” he says.
“I think you’re making a mistaken, I don’t take any
medication.”
He takes a brown Pharmacy bag. “This pill Nale. Do you
think it’s still going to work?”
I faint.
“Nalenhle,” he calls.
Am I supposed to hear him after fainting?
Ok, I blanked out, I didn’t faint.
“It’s been way too long,” I can’t believe I can still speak.
“So what should I do?” he asks.
Son of Abraham! What have I done? How can I
remember to eat and drink water but forget the most
important thing.
“I don’t know. What should I do?” I ask him.
“I don’t know,” he says.
I need to breathe; one long breath. I think pregnancy
test and implanon after I get my negative results.
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CHAPTER 117
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CHAPTER 118
NOKUZOLA
The baby has been crying for over five minutes, I finally
get out of bed to check what’s happening. Lwethu is
asleep, she’s snoring on her bed. The baby’s face has
turned red from crying. I’m not a mom yet but I know a
new mom is not supposed to sleep like this.
I take the milk bottle and feed him. I think I have to
change the diaper as well. He’s tiny but the doctor said
his weight is normal. I guess I’m just used to fat babies. I
take him with me to my bed.
Xolani lifts his eyes. “Where is Purity?”
“Sleeping,” I say.
“How long is she going to sleep?”
How am I supposed to know? She hasn’t changed the
baby even once since we came back from the hospital.
If she can walk to the kitchen to make food she can walk
to the bathroom to the nappy bin. I don’t think she
prepared herself for motherhood.
I sit and place him on my lap.
“Thabiso’s mother said she will be able to come next
week to see the baby, she has no money,” I tell him.
“But she knew all these months that the baby will arrive
this month,” he says. He’s not fond of them, they haven’t
been supportive to Lwethu. Yes, they have no money
but the least they could’ve done is give emotional
support. Lwethu is a teenage mom, she needs a lot of
support.
“Do you still think giving them the baby is a good idea?” I
ask.
“And then support the whole family? That’s what going
to happen, we will send money for diapers and formula,
they will use it for other things. It’s also dumb to send a
baby to the paternal family and then financially support
as the maternal grandfather. They owe us, we don’t owe
them, but see how they are acting!”
“Alright,” I say.
He’s getting worked up, at the end of the day that’s
Owami’s family and babies are sensitive when there’s
tension. I don’t know how we are going to do it but by
looking at how the family has been acting, I don’t think
sending Owami to be raised in Umlazi is a good idea.
Unfortunately his uncle decided to take his girlfriend and
go to Italy. I’m pregnant, expecting my own baby soon,
there’s nothing much I can help with.
“Is Siyanda sleeping here?” he asks, that's the name he
gave the baby.
“Where else would he sleep because his mother doesn’t
even flinch when he cries?” I don’t want a negligence
case, this baby could choke to death and Lwethu
wouldn’t wake up.
“What was that thing they put in her arm?” he asks.
“An implant,” I say.
I had to force her to get it.
“Good!” he’s fed up. He turns to the other side.
We can’t turn off the lights unfortunately, this is going to
be uncomfortable for him.
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I leave the baby with her and return back to bed. Xolani
took a break, I’m close so he wants to be home just in
case something happens.
I check my phone, Nale finally got her phone adjusted.
She’s sent me a ton of pictures. Italy looks like a
historical place, she looks happy.
“These ones are enjoying themselves,” I note.
“Who?” Xolani.
I pass the phone to show him pictures.
“We have our own trips to plan, you know that, right?
We’ll go anywhere you want, you’re not always going to
be stuck here,” he says.
“I know. Have you checked on Msindisi?”
“His phone has been off,” he says.
“What about your friend, the one who mentored him?”
“I can’t reach him either,” he says.
Now, this is alarming.
“The company he works for?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, let me call Jeffrey.” He reaches to his phone
and makes the call.
It looks like he’s getting disturbing news. Can we ever
live smoothly?
He ends the call with a defeated look. “He’s attending
Jamal’s cousin’s wedding in Italy and he didn’t even tell
me.”
“So everyone is in Italy?” Now I feel left out.
People are in Italy and I’m here expecting a baby in four
weeks and taking care of a new-born whose mother
ignores him.
“Jamal, at his age, takes my nephew and flies him all the
way to Italy without informing me? What if something
happened?”
His temper is unpredictable these days. This Jamal
friendship will end, he’s angry.
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NALENHLE
I’m in my movie character era. A lead character for that
matter. I’m wearing my long fur coat that I bought in
Tongaat on special and huge sunglasses- there’s no
sun. We are visiting the Piazza del Duomo. There are
many things to see and so many tourists in line. But if
you’re Nzaliato’s woman you don’t stand in line; yep, he
got us the priority access so we get inside as we arrive.
We paid 8 Euros to climb the 463 steps to the outdoor
terrace at the top of the Dome. There are no elevators or
escalators, there are warnings that you should be
healthy to be here. I have my water and wrapped
sandwich in my bag.
He's holding my hand, we climb until we reach a
walkway that leads us into a big Renaissance painting.
There’s a lot to capture, I’m glad I left Africa and its Big
Five. After 463 steps we finally reach the top and I
suddenly understand why Francis brought us here, you
wouldn’t see this magnificent view of Florence unless
you’re here.
“We need to get married here,” he says.
“Right? It would be beautiful but where would we
slaughter the cows?” I ask.
He bursts into laughter. “You should’ve left the village
girl at the airport.”
I’m not having a wedding without any cow losing its life,
sorry.
He holds my waist and turns me around. It’s not just us
but we’ve blocked out everyone. We kiss on top of
Florence and I feel butterflies all over my pregnant
tummy.
“I didn’t do this formally,” he says, letting go of my waist.
Oh my goodness, in front of all these people?
He’s on his knee, I don’t know where he’s been hiding
this ring because I unpacked his bag.
“I know you said yes, but Nalenhle Thabethe will you
marry me?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” It will forever be a yes.
He pushes a ring on my finger and lifts me up.
It’s not a surprise because we’ve done it before, it’s how
he rebranded his proposal that’s a surprise. I’m happy, I
suddenly don’t feel the steps anymore as we climb down
to properly celebrate with a meal.
HOPELESS PLACES
CHAPTER 119
NALENHLE
He finally agreed to contact Msindisi, they’re in Rome,
not Florence. It will take them approximately two hours
to get here, so I had to ask him to let them sleep over
since this is a two bedroom villa. They will be here in the
afternoon, we went to the food market to buy for our
double dinner date. Nzalo doesn’t want me to call it that
but it is a double date.
Aunty is at Mr X’s house, I finally get to see her face and
speak to her directly.
“How is America?” she asks.
I think she does this on purpose; she always calls places
wrongly.
“It’s good, I just miss you and malume,” I say.
“We miss you too. You uncle’s cow gave birth.”
Oh wow, what an update!
“He’s happy,” she’s smiling.
A happy husband is a happy wife.
“What is that?” she asks.
I scratched my face. “I have something on my face, just
a little pimple. I guess it’s the change of environment.”
“No, the thing on your finger,” she says.
“It’s a ring,” I say.
“A ring for what? Are you married?”
“No, Nzalo proposed with a ring. It’s not a blessed ring,
just a jewelry.”
“Kanti ubuyolanda amabhadi lapho? You don’t put a ring
on that finger unless you’re married. You’re confusing
the ancestors, they will think you’re already married and
not shine any light in your current relationship,” says the
queen of superstitions.
“Okay, I will wear it on my right,” I say.
“That’s better. MaNdlela fought with Thuleleni’s sister.”
Now this is what I want to hear. I adjust my sleeping
position to hear well. She takes me from the beginning
to the end. I missed out on some good drama.
She gives Zola the phone, she’s attending to the baby
crying in the background.
“What’s up, Preggy?” I ask.
She’s panting, her nose is filling my screen. I can’t wait
for her to give birth and be beautiful again.
“Your sister-in-law is ignoring her baby,” she says.
“How?” I’m confused.
“She stays on TikTok instead of taking care of the baby.
I’m trying to help her but she’s not even meeting me half
way,” she sounds stressed.
“I thought she would be sending the baby to Thabiso’s
family.”
“Well, her uncle has changed his mind. The baby is a
Hadebe anyway, they didn’t even pay for the damages,”
she says.
“But if she’s not willing to be a present mom then what is
a way forward?” I ask.
“If you didn’t go to Italy with Nzalo it would’ve been
discussed. I don’t know what to do, I have to sleep with
him in our bed because Lwethu doesn’t even bat an
eyelash when he’s crying.”
“I will tell Nzalo to FaceTime you guys.” I know she’s
overburdened but none of this can be pinned on me.
Lwethu had her time with Thabiso, they even cohabited
for Christ’ sake. She enjoyed her man, now I mustn’t
enjoy mine because of her?
HOPELESS PLACES
SEASON FINALE
CHAPTER 120
NALENHLE
I’m resting on bed, taking a train was fun but the trip was
longer than I expected. Google said two hours to Rome
but we were almost in a train for three hours. I had a
bowl of ice-cream and took a shower, Nzalo has a work
conference call to make. This is supposed to be a
holiday but there are those crucial calls here and there.
He comes back, I close my eyes and pretend to be
asleep. I have been thinking about what Zola said, I
have to figure out how I stop him from going to see
MaMkhwanazi.
He kisses my cheek, I mistakenly blink but keep my act.
He gets under the covers and keeps quiet. Give me my
Emmy Award.
“Hey babe, how are you?”
Who is he talking to?
“No, she’s sleeping, we can talk.”
I can’t be arrested in a foreign country, what kind of
provocation is this?
“I miss you babe,” he says.
I open my eyes, he drops down his hand with a blank
phone.
“Oh, you’re awake now?” he laughs.
People don’t believe me when I tell them that Nzalo is
not well upstairs.
“You are childish,” I say.
“You’re childish for playing the sleeping game and
blinking. Why are you avoiding me?” He pulls me closer
to his chest and lifts my leg to be over his.
“I’m tired,” I say.
“I think tomorrow we must go to a spa and then stay
indoors the whole day. Maybe have some indoor picnic
and lots of raw sex.”
“I don’t do raw,” I say.
“Where did your flat stomach go then?”
Well, maybe I forgot my sense of humor in Africa. Why is
he laughing? How is that a funny joke?
“I love you,” he says randomly.
“I don’t love you.” I close my eyes again.
He kisses my neck and harshly breathes against my
skin. “I love you, Nalenhle. Thank you for the patience
that you give me.”
I open my eyes, his stare is gently on me.
“Why are you being so sweet?”
He smiles, “Because I love you and I want to fuck.”
“Last night I gave you a chance,” I say.
“I thought we didn’t have a timetable.”
His hand invades my privacy, I let him touch everywhere
he wants but that doesn’t mean I’m going to change my
mind.
“I will get you more subscriptions,” he says.
“How?” I thought he didn’t believe in my vlog.
“I will post the link on our official page and urge followers
to subscribe and share,” he says.
“Swear Nzalo,” I don’t want to open my legs for nothing.
“I swear on my father’s grave,” he says.
If I have to, I will sleep my way to success. Let me get
this top off, it’s time to work.
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NOKUZOLA
HOPELESS PLACES
SEASON FINALE
CHAPTER 121
His death was basically the reason why I got to know the
Hadebes in the first place. Sbusiso Langalezwe Hadebe.
According to everything I have heard about him, he was
a dark-hearted man who put himself first and didn’t mind
to destroy everything standing on his way to get what he
wanted. I hope this rebirth of his name will bring a
change to his brother’s heart, Xolani. I hope there’s
going to be some healing and forgiveness.
I open my eyes and look at him. I just took a little nap.
He has Langalezwe in his arms, his eyes are glued to
the little face.
“Hey,” I say.
He releases a deep breath, “Hey mama.”
“He’s not giving you any trouble?”
“No, he’s an angel,” he says.
Well, it’s too early to tell, he’s only five hours old. I gave
birth around 3am in the morning after eight hours of
labor pain. I was under the best team, even though I felt
the pain but it wasn’t severe as most people say. I had a
smooth delivery and Langalezwe is healthy. He’s almost
Owami’s size and Owami is a month old; he’s going to
be a big baby.
“Are you in any pain?” he asks.
“No, I’m good. Maybe I will feel it when I have to pee.
Can I hold him?” I need to bond with him too. He kisses
his hand and brings him over.
I hold him on my chest, he looks peaceful in his sleep. I
can’t tell who he’s going to look like yet but looking at his
knuckles I can tell that he’s going to take his father's and
Nzalo’s complexion as he grows up.
“We really made a human being,” I look at him staring at
us. He looks emotional.
Motherhood already feels like magic. I’m proud of myself
for waiting for the right person to make a baby with. He
couldn’t hold my hand throughout the process but I felt
his support even when he was standing outside. My
mother is not here because we all thought he would
come next week. Xolani will send a car tomorrow, I don’t
think she will stay for long because she has a husband
back home, she will just help me get through a few
things as a new mother.
“I have never been so scared in my life, you’re a brave
woman,” he says.
“So he is your last born?” I’m scared to laugh openly, I
don’t trust these stitches yet.
“I can’t watch you ever go through this again,” he says.
I kiss Langa’s hand, this is not the last-born, he will get a
sibling once he’s grown enough. But I will let his
traumatized dad be.
“I forgot to ask you this, do you know that MaMkhwanazi
wants to see Nzalo to tell him something about
Thobile?” I ask.
“No, you didn’t tell me,” he says.
“Well, she does but Nale and I will pay her a visit before
Nzalo goes. We don’t trust her and it’s about time we put
her in her right place. I know you don’t want to fight with
her because she’s Onathi’s mom, so I will handle it.”
“Okay sthandwa sami, I appreciate it,” he says.
Now I just have to wait for Nalenhle to come back next
month and we will pay the witch a visit.
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Upon her arrival she rolled black wool and put it around
their wrists. My mom is a queen of superstitions, she did
that so that they don’t lose weight. Black people always
comment on babies’ weight and my mom believes that
whenever someone says the baby is big, the baby will
lose weight. We weren’t allowed to comment on Thami’s
body when he was a baby.
“Olwethu make me a cup of tea,” she says.
I know Lwethu can boil water, I just don’t know if she can
make my mom’s tea.
“Just boil water and pour it in a teapot, then bring sugar,
teabags and milk.” Mom will make it herself, who knows
what she might do? Maybe tear a teabag and pour it in
the kettle. Yes, she lives by herself and cooks, but
Lwethu has proven to be a spoilt brat more than Onathi
was.
“Why didn’t you tell her to tie her stomach?” mom asks.
I forgot, a lot was happening and my main concern was
Owami.
“Can’t she still do it?” I ask.
“She can,” she says.
“I will get her a waist trainer, hopefully she won’t charm
boys with a flat stomach and then get pregnant again.”
“How is the other one?” she asks.
“Onathi is okay, I speak to her mother and Winnie
doesn’t play.” Onathi is well-educated on sex and
relationships, she was raised by Winnie, a street queen.
“You’re doing so amazing,” she says.
I’m confused. “With what Ma?”
“The way you play your role, I’m proud of myself for
raising you so well. I’m sure Hadebe is very happy and
he doesn’t regret a penny he gave your father.”
“But my dad is not proud,” I say.
“You’re his princess, obviously he worries about you
having a lot on your plate but he’s very proud of you,”
she says.
“I’m coping just fine, he mustn’t worry.”
“Oh, before I forget. His grandson is Mlamuli.”
Gosh, Skhundla! This is not his agemate, why Mlamuli
out of every name?
NALENHLE
Our vacation was cut one week short but I’m not
complaining. My heart is filled with gratitude and joy. I
have seen the world and I just surpassed 1k subscribers
this morning on my vlog. We just landed in King Shaka
Airport, Nzalo’s friend is here to fetch us and drive us to
Tongaat. I didn’t miss home so much while I was away, I
enjoyed every minute of it. But as soon as my feet touch
the motherland familiarity sweeps over me and I realize
that something hasn’t been there. There’s something
that only home can give you.
I have a nephew now, so does Nzalo, and we haven’t
met them. Langalezwe is almost two months old now, I
have a lot of gifts to spoil him with to make up for the
time lost.
“There is Mhlengi that side,” Nzalo spots him.
He’s the one getting us home. I guess the lady standing
with him is the girlfriend he always talks about, telling
me to be friends with.
“The Italian residents!” Mhlengi says, laughing and
shoulder-bumping his friend.
He looks at me, my belly has grown.
“Wow! Hello first lady,” he says.
Out of all Nzalo’s friends, he’s the one I like.
“Hi,” I adjust my sunglasses before shaking his hand.
Nzalo greets the lady, her name is Namandla.
“Hi,” she says to me.
“Hey, nice to finally meet you.”
There’s something cold about her even though she’s
smiling. I don’t know what is it, she’s beautiful though, I
just can’t put my hand on her aura. We wait for our
luggage and then go to Mhlengi’s car outside.
“How was Italy?” she asks, it’s the two of us inside the
car.
Nzalo and Mhlengi are packing the bags in the boot.
“It was nothing short of amazing,” I say.
“Nice,” she looks outside the window.
I wonder how long they’ve been together and how they
met. All those relationship juicy details.
“Do you have a child?” I want to know if we can relate on
something as a mom-to-be.
“I did, it was a complicated story,” she says.
I did say something is not connecting between her smile
and aura.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say.
She looks at me, smiles with a slight frown. “He’s still
alive, I was a foster mom, in the progressing of
adopting.”
Oh, she must have a good heart then. Angelina Jolie.
The men come in before I can get the whole story. I
need to hang out with her, I need a friend who’s serious
about life, I need friendship wisdom.
“You need to take my number, Mhlengi has been saying
we need to hang out,” I say.
HOPELESS PLACES
THE FINALE
NALENHLE