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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 3
THANDO ZWANE
It turns out everyone that I need right now is
unavailable. Zibulo read the message and
said we will talk later. He must be busy with
his business adventures too, he said he’s
passionate about property, he wants to have
his own apartments that he rent out and
make money. It takes a lot of money, there’s
a lot of hustling waiting for him before he
reaches that stage.
Maybe I can ask Mlaba for an advice; what he
can tell young people who wants to be in this
business. He didn’t look like an easygoing
person, but which rich person is?
CHAPTER 4
THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 5
THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 6
THANDO ZWANE
He drops his forehead on mine and takes a
shaky breath and opens his eyes to me
again.
“I’m happy, that’s not something I feel very
often. Ever since I saw you at Linda’s
birthday party the pattern of my thoughts
has been different.”
I gather my brows and look at him a bit
shocked. “You saw me there? So last week
was just a stunt?”
“I just wanted to see you again.”
Wow! I’m not sure how I feel about this.
“And now you have seen me, then what?”
His Adam’s apple bobbles up and down. His
hand caresses my cheek again. “I don’t know
Thando. I’ve never liked a person this way
before. I don’t know how to do this,” he says.
“Oh my goodness Mlaba, you’re serious!” My
heart just accelerated. I don’t want to believe
he just saw me and liked me, this is not a
romantic movie with love at first sight and all
that nonsense, there must’ve been
something.
“You’re beautiful Thando,” he says.
I’m flattered, fooled even. I see something in
his eyes that I want to hold on to. Stupid me!
I cannot hold onto anything, I cannot allow
myself to fall for him.
“I don’t know you Mlaba,” I say.
“But you kissed me,” he says.
I roll my eyes, “That’s not a big deal because
I can do more than that and still don’t know
you.”
“I’m from a place called Mpemane, in the
north. I’m sure you already know what I do
for a living. I’m the only child from my
mother, both my parents are late. I have a
couple of friends, I’d like to believe. I’m old
enough to be someone’s father but I’m not.”
I think that’s all there’s to him.
He’s not complicated as I thought.
“Nice to meet you. So how exactly did you
become so rich?”
He chuckles, “Inheritance.”
“So you were born rich?”
“Not really.” I feel something throbbing
against my thigh and my eyes grow wide.
We’ve been lying in this uncomfortable
position for over five minutes. His thlong is
feeling very sensitive and engulfing him in
shame.
“Do you have any condom?” I ask.
For a second his mouth is agape. Then he
hesitantly says no, which brings me to my
own packet of condoms.
“If we take this to the bedroom, I’m sure
there’s a condom lying around somewhere,” I
say.
I see his jaw twitches. “Lying around?”
“I have sisters and my girls often come here.
I also have to stay guarded at all times.”
“Understood, but maybe I can tame the
beast, lest it looks like I was here to…”
The deacon’s daughter shuts him up with a
deep kiss. I know he was here to fuck, what
I’m not sure of is the feelings he says he has
for me. Is it possible to just see someone and
love them? I mean, this is real life, we are
not acting for a Valentine movie.
CHAPTER 7
NTOKO ZWANE
This is one day she looked forward the most
and Thando ruined it just like that. It
should’ve been her day, for once her
parents’ attention should’ve been on her and
her alone. But if not Setha, it’s always
Thando, and today has turned out to be a
‘what’s wrong with Thando’ day. Her parents
are gathered in her lounge discussing their
first born because apparently there’s
something wrong with her. It’s impossible
that she could just wake up and decide it
would be entertaining to have naked dancers
at her sister’s birthday. Ntoko turning 28
doesn’t matter more than Thando’s abnormal
behavior or Setha’s sudden weight loss,
which is caused her crazy diet by the way.
She didn’t want to call Zaman, she’s been
ignoring him lately. It hasn’t even been a
month since she agreed to be his girlfriend
but she already has random girls messaging
her and telling her to leave their boyfriend
alone. Of course he denies everything, it
wasn’t that much of a problem because she
did suspects playboy tendencies before she
even agreed being with him. She can ignore
ex-girlfriends or whatever he calls them, but
people showing up at her work and asking
her about his whereabouts is what has led
her into thinking about breaking things off.
She doesn’t know what his dealings are, she
shouldn’t have trusted a driver of Gusheshe
in the first place, whatever he’s doing is
shady and creating enemies for him.
But today she needs some attention, it’s her
birthday, she thought her parents would give
her some but a middle child is always
floating unattended.
CHAPTER 10
THANDO ZWANE
I stand in the middle of the kitchen with my
arms folded. A part of me wants to leave but
I also want to be here to tell my side of the
story.
She led him to the living room. Ntoko
decided not to call her into order. I thought
she was on my side, that she understood
why I say I don’t want to see this man ever
again.
“Thando make two cups!” Aunt Flora yells
from the living room.
I’m being tested here. So she wants me to
make tea for the man I’m trying to walk away
from? She said she’d apologize with a cup of
tea for beating him, why am I now on tea
duty for the promises I never made?
But she’s Florence, a girl who’s been cheated
on nine times and still going strong, if I don’t
obey tomorrow my parents and their church
friends would be here to pray for the demon
living in me.
I plug the kettle of water and prepare the
cups. I doubt he drinks tea but I will make it,
a black one with half teaspoon of sugar.
Ntoko walks in. I can’t believe she’s a guest
in her own house, she’s allowing Florence to
bully her.
“Gosh that was wild, did you see how she
threw those crocs at him?” She’s finding
humor in this. Aunt Flora embarrassed me,
she doesn’t ask before she attacks. If it was
someone else we would be organizing bail
money by now.
“I wish she could’ve beaten him harder,” I
say.
She gives me an eye roll. “Says someone
who stopped her. Your water is ready, go
before she gives him the date to come and
pay lobola.”
I gather the cups on the tray. “I don’t even
know who’s here; Zibulo or Mlaba.”
She laughs, “Just hear him out. He looks like
a humble guy.”
Humble guy my foot! I take the tea to the
living room. Aunt Flora is making him watch
Dumisa, good.
CHAPTER 11
ZIBULO
CHAPTER 12
NTOKO ZWANE
I’m not strong like Thando and Setha, I’m not
imbokodo, I’m human, when people hurt me I
bleed. I get home safe, with a blurry vision
and trembling hands on the steering wheel. I
didn’t wait for his explanation, the girl’s
suitcase said it all, she probably lives there
with him. I feel played, I was ready to take
my chance with him regardless of our
differences. Damn, I even told my sisters
about him. Not that I ever hide anything from
them.
I use the backdoor getting in, I was hoping
Aunt Flora would be asleep but the TV is still
playing. I just hope she doesn’t hear me
coming in, which is stupid because she
probably heard the car driving in.
She appears, tiptoeing with a wooden spoon
behind her. When she sees me she stops and
releases a huge breath.
“One day you’re going to give me a heart
attack, I thought it was a…” She pauses,
gathers her brows and steps closer. I drop
the bag on the floor and sit on it and cry.
“What happened Ntoko? Talk to me, did you
fight with your sister?” she asks.
I can’t answer her, it feels like my chest is
holding a huge rock instead of a heart. I can’t
believe I let a scammer do this to me. How
do you trust the love of a man who fakes
jewelry for a living anyway.
“Ay maarn Ntoko, why are you naked?” –
Aunt Flora.
Yes I drove all the way from Essenwood to
Umlazi in Zamani’s T-shirt and black thong.
There was no time to change or clear my
thoughts, I just needed to leave as soon as I
could and that’s what I did.
“Did you fight with your sister?” she asks.
I shake my head, my lie has caught up with
me very fast.
She’s calling Thando. I don’t care, I let her
talk to her, I don’t know what Thando is
telling her but when she drops the call she
looks disappointed.
“Why did you lie?” She’s questioning me in
my own house.
“This is my house Aunty and I’m not a child
anymore.”
She chuckles, “Oh, now you have money
you’re no longer a child? Tell me, did the boy
hurt you?”
I wipe the tears and take a deep breath to
collect myself.
“Not physically,” I say.
She sighs, we are tiring, all she’s been doing
since she came here is comfort our broken
hearts. Firstly it was Thando ,now it’s me.
She lifts me off the floor and leads me to the
kitchen stool. It’s tea time, the Zwane
therapy, she boils water and tosses tea-bags
in the cups.
“Milk?”
I shake my head.
She gets one plate for cookies and comes sit
next to me.
“Tell me about him,” she says.
I don’t even know where to begin. How him
and I met would lead me into explaining the
type of a person he is. I don’t know what it is
but I don’t want to ruin his reputation, I’m
not the person who speaks ill of others, even
those who hurt me the most.
“He seemed genuine, on my birthday he took
me out for ice-cream and threw me a braai in
the park. He promised me I was his only one,
that he wants a future with me. It turns out it
was all a lie, there’s a woman in his life. I
guess I gave him the platform to hurt me
because I forgave too many excuses he
made.” I lift my eyes to her and she’s
attentively looking at me. “Why do men
cheat Aunty?”
She drags in a deep breath and shakes her
head. “They are not grateful beings, that’s by
nature. At least I’m fat, I don’t have
attractive waist and skinny legs, but you,
why would anyone cheat on you? You have
your own money, car and house. And you are
so beautiful!”
I smile shedding a few tears. I have never
had any intimate bonding moment with my
aunt like this. A loud knock disturbs us. I
have no idea who could be looking for me at
this time ,and how did they get through the
gate because I locked it?
The door bangs harder, Aunt Flora instructs
me to sit while she arms up with a wooden
spoon. She tiptoes to the door and leans
against it.
“Who is it?” she asks.
“Can I see Ntoko?” that’s all he says.
Not another Zibulo situation! He’s got to be
kidding me.
Aunt Flora looks at me. There’s no way I’m
talking to that scammer, I shake my head.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you, go away,”-
Aunt Flora.
“Tell he I’m begging,” he says in a not-so-
begging voice.
“Am I your messenger?” Aunt Flora is
annoyed.
“Sweerie, please come out and listen to me.”
I’m shaking my head, Aunt Flora must not
open that door.
“I’m her aunt, I’m 44 years old, don’t
disrespect me,” she says firmly.
I see the door handle moving violently, he’s
trying to open by force. Aunt Flora starts
screaming at him. It gets crazy, my door is
being broken, he’s kicking it and calling my
name.
I’m ready to kill his ass. I jump off the stool
and go to the door and open before he
breaks it.
He storms in with bloodshot-eyes and sweaty
forehead.
He disregards Aunt Flora standing between
him and I. “Swirathy, I can explain, please
listen to me.”
“Go away, don’t disrespect my aunt
Zamani!”
He looks at her, “Askies MaAntiza, I won’t do
anything to her, I just want to rectify the
situation.”
“Are you deaf? She’s telling you to leave,”
Aunt Flora scowls. She’s close to throwing
shoes.
He looks at me, I do not see the gentleness I
always receive from his soft stares, I still
don’t know how he got inside the gate.
“Leave,” I tell him.
“You said we are in a relationship, we are
supposed to talk, I just want you to hear me
out.”
“No!” I say.
Aunt Flora gives him a look, he needs to
leave.
He doesn’t, instead his hand reaches behind
his waist and comes back with a gun.
I don’t know how Aunt Flora was able to jump
from the front and hide behind me.
“Let’s go,” he’s not begging, his finger is on
the trigger.
I see no doubt in his eye that he’d pull that
trigger if not obeyed. I press my thighs
together to stop the pee burning and
threatening to break out. I always heard
stories about dating thugs and not even once
did I thought I’d be in this situation.
My knees are trembling, as I get to the door
he pulls my legs and scoops me up in a
single swift. Aunt Flora starts screaming for
help when he exits the gate and gets in his
car with me. I’m not crying, all I’m thinking
about is my family and how shattered they
would be at my funeral. I might die before we
even get where he’s taking me, he’s driving
like a maniac, my lungs have spread out of
my skin. The gun is placed between the
seats, he keeps glancing at me and applying
more energy to the engine.
CHAPTER 13
THANDO ZWANE
My night has turned into a compete
nightmare. I got a call from Aunt Flora who
was hysterical, apparently Ntoko’s hooligan
got in the house demanding for them to talk
and ended up pulling a gun to force her to
leave with him.
We had to involve the police, fortunately
finding his address and tracking them down
was easy. Zibulo’s Mlaba-influence was great
help, the police came in no time and took us
to his flat in Essenwood. She’s not hurt
anywhere, she still looks traumatized though.
I have asked Aunt Flora to slow down with a
million questions. She will talk to us when
she’s ready, that hooligan is going to sleep
nicely in his cold cell today, the police took
him, they found his gun hidden under the
bed. We have to make sure he stays in jail
for a very long time.
CHAPTER 15
THE DUNGA VILLAGE
CHAPTER 16
THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 17
THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 20
THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 23
MABHUNGU
CHAPTER 24
NTOKO ZWANE
THANDO
CHAPTER 28
MERCY
CHAPTER 31
THANDO
CHAPTER 32
NTOKO ZWANE
CHAPTER 33
MABHUNGU
He’s told Madlokovu about the situation he’s
facing, as well as Zibulo. Nobody has a
solution for him. Madlokovu told him to
confess to his wife but he knows that would
be the end of his marriage. He’s going to try
having a baby with her, miracles can happen
in less than a year. He wants her to know
about Mercy when she’s at least carrying a
baby too.
He drinks his booster and goes to the
bedroom. MaMzotho is already in bed, it’s
one of those days where she just wants to
sleep; she’s tired. They untied her tunes
successfully, now there’s no time to sleep
without trying for a baby. He believes if
they’re consistent she will catch and
conceive.
He touches her waist and asks, “Are you
sleeping?”
“Mmmm,” MaMzotho replies in her sleep.
He lifts her nightie up and pushes his hand
into her underwear. She moves
uncomfortably and asks what time it is.
“It’s 9:44, let’s make one round before we
sleep.”
“I’m tired Dunga, “ she yawns.
“How are you going to conceive if you don’t
let me in?”
“But they said after a year or two, nothing is
going to happen now.”
“Let’s try, they’re not God,” he says.
MaMzotho exhales and pulls down her
nightie.
“Nolundi?”
“Yini Dunga? I’m tired.”
“Is it okay if I stroke myself with a hand and
only spill inside you?”
Heavy sigh! She’s not interested in doing this
because it sounds less of a passion and more
like a forced situation. But she agrees, she
said she’d support his dreams.
CHAPTER 34
MERCY
CHAPTER 35
MABHUNGU
Thando calls and says they’re driving past
the Tugela Bridge. He gives them directions
to Madlokovu’s homestead and tells
MaMzotho who’s taken a day off work. She’s
preparing food just in case they decide to
pop in before they drive back to Durban.
Over the past weeks she’s seen her
husband’s affection decline, together with his
weight. She hasn’t been kissed and touched
the right way in a long time. The only time he
touches her is when he’s getting her panties
off to fill her with his cum. Yes, she’s not a
willing participant in the baby-making
process, which she initially agreed to make.
She allows him to make her his sperm-dish, it
happens every night before they sleep and
every morning when they wake up. It always
leaves her feeling dirty, like she’s nothing
more than a dish for his sperms. She hasn’t
been reaching her target at work. The
problem is, she doesn’t even know what’s
going on. Why is she getting this treatment?
He doesn’t even look at her face when he
does his thing; he either stares at her private
part or close his eyes. Maybe she’s no longer
attractive, he met someone else in Durban
during those trips to his brother. That’s when
things started getting strange.
He comes to the kitchen after brushing his
teeth and hugs her from behind.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
She nods, “Yeah.”
“Why don’t you take a chair and sit? You will
get tired and later you’ll be wanting to
sleep,” he says.
Making a baby is all he cares about.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay,” she says.
“No Nolundi, I’m tired of having sex with my
hand, I married you, not my hand.”
“Okay baba, I hear you,” she says with a low
sigh.
“You have to be active as well, how are you
going to get pregnant if you’re always lying
like a slaughtered chicken?”
“I will be active,” she says.
He hugs her again and kisses her cheek.
“Thank you, we will talk when I come back.”
He takes his hat and walks out.
MaMzotho takes the chair as she was
instructed and sits. She waits until she hears
the car driving out before letting tears flood
her face. She cannot badmouth her husband,
but this is slowly killing her inside. He doesn’t
care anymore, he doesn’t love her, the only
thing he wants is a baby. When he looks at
her he doesn’t see the love of his life but the
incubator that’s going to carry his sperm by
force.
Now her biggest worry is what’s going to
happen when he realizes that she’s not
getting pregnant, the doctors weren’t crazy
when they said she won’t get pregnant right
away.
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THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 36
THANDO ZWANE
I’m going through the grocery list from the
woman whose wedding I’ll be catering for.
I’m sitting in front of the TV, being kept
company by it. It’s been two days since we
came back from The Dunga village, Zibulo
finally agreed to go back home and
acknowledge his grandfather regardless of
the relationship he had with his mother.
I’ve been thinking about his background a
lot, and the fact that I promised Mabhungu
we will visit. So when I hear ‘the Dunga
village’ being mentioned on TV I immediately
look up. It’s morning news, the reporter is
talking about a civil war that has broken back
in the village. By the look of things and the
number of people he says have died, this is
serious.
I grab my phone and call Zibulo, his brother
is there.
He answers, “Baby I’m driving.”
“You’re not watching the news?”
“No, I’m driving sthandwa sami.”
“There’s a war back in the village, 6 people
have died.”
“Which village?” he asks.
“Your father’s village, people are fighting,
find out what’s going on.”
“Okay, I will call Mabhungu and find out if
he’s okay,” he says, very unbothered.
I know he doesn’t care about the village
because he hates his whole Dunga family,
but now innocent people are involved,
among the people who died is a 14 year old
boy. That’s some fucked up shit.
CHAPTER 37
MABHUNGU
CHAPTER 38
THANDO ZWANE
CHAPTER 39
MERCY
MERCY
CHAPTER 41
THE DUNGA VILLAGE
He was going to have everything he desired;
wealth, successful businesses and a beautiful
woman he loves and wants to spend the rest
of his life with. More than anything he was
going to have peace within himself and start
letting go of all the hatred in his heart, and
slowly become comfortable with opening up.
Then he was going to return to his people, if
MaZwane is the woman for him she will come
after him. If she’s not, he will find another
woman.
It took him two nights to get here; he’s
thirsty, his feet are swollen. It’s early in the
morning, around the same time Mabhungu
left the royal house. When he enters below
the kraal he steps on something. He looks
down and sees a tiny bottle and picks it up.
Inside is his umbilical cord that went missing
a week after he was born. There’s a tree at
the far end of the yard, it grew with him, his
placenta was planted there. How it all came
home is the story only the elders of the royal
house knows.
THANDO ZWANE
THANDO
CHAPTER 43
THREE WEEKS LATER
[The End]