HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER

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By: Mlungisi Zwelihle Gumede

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 Forewords

I would like to thank my friend Nhlakanipho Menyuka

for an amazing support that he gives me in everything I
am doing again my mother to both of you I would like to
say long live.

How I met your mother

As I was growing up I was a young boy, the third born of

both my mother and my father. The only white skinned
young nigga in the family. Elderly people used to refer
me as Mgomula because I was eating a lot and that
caused me to have a very big stomach. Well I am a shy
person, and talking too much wasn’t my style. That’s
kinda being a gentle man. As we were still young boys
growing up there were no taps, no electricity and rare
transport around the area, my area Nondabuya Jozini
at Mfingose South Africa in the Province of Kwa Zulu
Natal. One day we wake up early in the morning with
my older brother to fetch water at Phongola River as
usual. I was pushing a wheel barrow, playing music on
my earphone the oldest radio that was called stereo in
that time. My brother on the other side playing his radio
well it was a little bit bigger than that of mine. I
remember the song that he was playing it was titled
‘Emlanjeni’ I don’t remember the singer or the artist
very well but it was a nice song hey. When we were

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about to reach the river a very beautiful woman, dark
skinned, short hair, Wearing bead made clothing and
walking on bare boot. Mmm it was my first time seeing
such a beautiful woman and it was the last time
because even today I never saw any woman beautiful as
her. With a smile I told my brother that you see how
beautiful this woman is; my brother said yes I do. And I
said I real think this woman has stolen my heart. The
way she walks it was like a model advertising a certain
clothing brand. We are in a river now about to fill water
into our containers. I greeted this woman and I smiled
and she also smiled tjoh man guess what I saw white
teeth, with a little dimple in her right hand side face.
That was an angel, a real angel. I wanted to talk to her
but I couldn’t because I was afraid well on our way back
home this woman was again walking in front of us, i saw
very smooth and clean legs without even a little dark
mark. This woman took another route and I send a
goodbye to her. On that night tjo I was always smiling
giggling and my parents were amazed what wrong with
me. And my brother told them the whole story. He also
told them that I was afraid to propose the woman.
Again early in the morning I alone this time went to
fetch water in the river. I took the wheel barrow and
two containers of water and I went straight to the river.
Again I met this woman now I remembered what my

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grandfather last said to me before he passed on. He said
Mzukulu never be afraid of any woman you feel you are
in love with or you love. Here as the Mthiyane’s we are
not carwards Singamasoka and Asihlulwa umuntu
wesfazane. As I was recalling these words from my
grandfather I realized that no I have to tell this woman
how I feel about her. I cleansed my throats and move
Fast to reach the Angel. As I was near to her I started
proposing. Ntokazi emhlophe njengezihlabathi
zolwandle ebhubhuzela uboya ekwephuphulenyoni,
Ndoni yamanzi, Igama lamike mina ngingu Mgumula
kanti isbongo ngi nguMthiyane. Okungidonsela kuwe
ubuhle bakho nje ntokazi kungabe igama ungubani
wakwa bani? This woman responded my name is
Nothando Gumede ngizalwa uMphikeleli le esgodini
saku Hlanjana. Aw Ntokazi kwakuhle ukukwazi ngithi nje
nami angicele uthando ntokazi kungabe uyangifaka
noma uyangikhipha? This woman never responded to
that. And again I repeated my words Nkokazi uyangifaka
noma uyangikhipha. This woman responded Bhuti
empeleni ngididekile angazi ukuthi lama gama omabili
aqondeni. Ngiyezwa ntokazi. Yebo Bhuti ngaphandle
kwalokho angikwazi ukuthanda umuntu ngiqala
ukumbona nje. Woman saying these words with a little
smile that was the indication that the woman is in love
with me but she is still afraid to say she do on the same

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day because it was seen as a disgrace to do that before.
Well we departed and I told her that I would like to
meet her again in the same place and she never
responded. Two days after this time I bath and wore my
new clothes that were bought by my father when he
was working at RBM. I took my knobkerrie and went
straight to the river this woman never come to the river
that day and I was very disappointed I went back home.
The following day I took my sagila and went to the bush
to collect cows and again I saw this woman. I talked to
her and this time things went well ngaythola inkosazane
yangiqoma. Yangifaka ucu (beads) around my neck as a
sign that she says yes. I was very ecstatic that day I went
back home and told my brother and he informed my
parents. They all ululated and they were all happy at
home. Few months we paid Lobola and the next year
you were born Sbusiso my son. Your mother was still a
virgin before we met and she never cheated on me until
to the present.

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