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‘It’s a wolf thing’ I can’t help but melt like butter under the
scorching heat of summer sweltering day every time I hear
those words. It’s his signature ‘It’s complicated I don’t
want to talk about it’, his own escape sentence when he
has to explain the extraordinary things that happens in our
little house of wolves. Our very own bubble of wolves.
They say birds of the same feather flock together. Same
applies to wolves. Wolves of the same pack hunt and revenge
together. You touch one wolf, you touch the whole pack.
The Alpha I married is no different than the other with his
pack, but boy my man is as complicated as they come. He
can simply be a normal human being in a space of a minute
but then turn around and be a revered leader of a pack. It
still scares me how he seems to have two personalities. One
minute he is Majara Molapo - The ever so distant and quiet
brother, father, son and uncle. Then the next minute he is
Lupus. The gray wolf of canis lupus family which separates
from other wolves species because of its dominance and
battle instinct. The canis lupus also separates from other
wolves because of their body, head and tail. Its upturning
tail is found in no other species of wolves but the canis
lupus. And that’s my Lupus.
Like I said, an extraordinary man I married.
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Like any other normal human being I got scared. I let fear
get the best of me when I learned of all what he really is and
the dark world enemies he has. I let my feet carry me as far
as possible from him hoping for a chance to a normal life but
that was just me being in denial and naïve.
The more I run, the more I longed for his touch. My body
ached every day to be just in close proximity with him. His
imprint on me kept pulling me there-to him where my heart,
soul and body longed to live. The man left a mark on me so
deep it only heals at his presence.
The time I spent away from him left me fragile. Like wind I
felt myself fate. With each passing day I could feel myself get
weaker and weaker. But not my daughter. Of course I
couldn’t leave my little Tlotla behind. As complicated and
extraordinary as she is, I had to take my little wolf Akela
with.
My baby is her father’s best friend. They understand each
other more than I do her because of their nature. She has a
connection deep with her father. If she could talk then, I
think she would have snitched on her father that he was
following us.
Tlotla would sit by the window of my flat. She would sing
and clap hands ‘PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!’ In my troubled mind I
thought she was just missing him but little did I know that
the wolf I married purchased the entire building opposite to
my flat just so he can breathe he say. He said he couldn’t
even try to survive a night without us. The night I left, he
followed. He followed his daughter scent until he made it to
us. But because he understood that I needed time, he chose
to give me that time but he wasn’t going to leave my side. He
was there in silence, larking in the shadows but he was
there.
A smooth ride it had been. The ride felt short and something
my soul had been longing for. It actually felt like a shift more
than a ride. From childhood I have never rode even a pony,
never mind the bicycle because it was always considered a
boy thing while I was growing. Riding and holding on the
back of Lupus felt soul fulfilling. Something that came as
norm to me. Yes I have climbed him before but it was never
for a distance as far as today. The connection of my wolf and
I felt impeccable. I felt like I had been longing for that ride
since I left him.
Now the problem came when I realise he took me to the
palace not his house. I could feel myself shrink smaller at
the sight of the palace. Moletsane’s hut looked new, like it
was rebuilt into a house. Everything was still as it were
except for the hut. I wasn’t ready to face the family I
disappointed so much.
“Our house mangcobo” he corrected. Somethings will never
change. He still resides in my mind. He had put me down
now and we were awaiting on Tshepo to bring him some
clothes. Of course my eyes went there, the steely member. I
miss that C shape something something. I wanted to salivate
over it but I had to hold Tlotla so she doesn’t see her father
naked.
“I wish we went home first and talked” I came out in a
whisper, I was still shy of the fact that I left him. Yes I wished
we had sat down and talked before he took me back to the
palace. I was scared that I disappointed my in laws.
Especially Mamajara and Mabereng. The two have been
nothing but wonderful to me but when the going got tougher,
I carried my daughter and chose the easy way out.
“My family understands that it’s not easy loving a man like
me. Don’t be hard on yourself” Of course we can hold a
conversation without uttering even a single word.
“What if they are not as welcoming as before?”
“Your mine to love and keep. If they don’t want to accept you
with your flows then they never loved you in the first place”
well he is mine to love too, he’ll find a way to make me feel
better no matter what. I was still not confident but I chose
to hold on to him and his words.
“Don’t you dare!” I was about to rip her night dress into
pieces and put her in the shower while I nicely take off my
clothing. I place her down and we both undo of our sleep
wear. My eyes voluntarily lands on her stomach but I make
sure to shut the thought. We connect in ways deeper than
human understanding. She might hear my thoughts so I
make sure to just inspect without a thought. She looks
normal. It doesn’t look like there is anything inside her.
In the shower I fight the urge to take her right here right
now. I know I’m going to howl. It’s been quite some time
since I opened my meaty curtains. I need it to happen out in
the jungle.
“Are we taking Tlotla with? Where is she?” she asks dressing
up. I’m a perv. I enjoy the side of her small butt. I make sure
to sit on the bed and enjoy her going up and about in the
room. She is building me up and I’m going to rip her.
“Tlotla is not coming along, everyone is still fussing over her”
I don’t want my daughter to hear our sexual cries
“Why aren’t you getting dressed?” I don’t know what I’m
going to wear that will hide this erection. I wish I can wear
this gown to the cabin.
“Do you have anything in mind I could wear to hide this?” I
open my gown for her to see my struggle. She gapes at me in
shock ‘this man is going to tear me up’ I hear her say in her
mind. That she is right about “Don’t worry, I’ll sex you nice
and slow my person. Easy not to have it bleed” she swallows,
choose to shut me out of her mind
“Wear track pants, vest, trainers and put on a knee length
coat. As long as you make it out of the house without
showing the boner” boner? Really this woman?
“I’m not twelve mangcobo, I don’t have a boner. I have an
erection for my wife” she laughs doing the bed now
“Go get dressed Molapo so we can get the hell out of here
and I can get to work on that erection” well the last part has
me dashing to the closet like lightning. The sooner she works
on it the better “Do we have food in the cabin? I’m quite
famished and I know you’ll not have me waste more time on
breakfast here” she screams while I put on the clothes. She
was right about track pants, they don’t touch my aching dick
so hard.
“Yes my person. There is food. We’ll drive through
somewhere and buy breakfast” I hear a faint ‘okay’ as I
quickly put on my sneakers. I’m aching by now, almost my
every vein in me is throbbing. The animal in me is
threatening. We both crave the taste of that little cunt.
CHAPTER 3
MAJARA
I don’t know how many times she cried of hunger but I fed
her my gravy instead. Eventually I had to get off her and get
her food before she passed out on me because of all the sex
with an empty stomach. If there is ever a woman who knows
how to faint it has to be her. She is resting on my chest back
in the lounge butt naked after yet another round of sex. I
had to put it back in after eating. I can still go some more
but I have to feel for her, she is exhausted now.
She acts normal and innocent when Ora walks in, like she
wasn’t even conniving just a second ago. Ora looks beautiful.
She is definitely the female version of my boyfriend.
“Hi” she breaks a beautiful grin, looking in my direction.
“Hello” I return the beautiful smile.
“Your boyfriend sent me to come fetch you” finally! I was
starting to think that he forgot he brought a girl home. I’m
on my feet in a second following Ora out. Mapeete’s bipolar
was starting to get the best of me.
“You’re beautiful” she compliments stealing a glance at me
as we walk down the hall.
“You’re beautiful yourself” I compliment back and she
receives it with a smile.
“How is he treating you so far?” she enquires.
“Amazing so far”
She nods with a smile “If he starts his old habits on you, call
me. I’ll sort him out. He is very much scared of me and I can
throw a mean punch” we both crack as she flexes her arm.
Reaching the outside I almost gasp in shock. What the hell
happened to the hot weather? The skies are dark with clouds
that shows that it’s about to rain quite heavily in any minute
from now. There is a tent erected and it’s full of people. In
front the tent there is a laid cow skin fenced with sticks that
would rise to a knee length. It’s a beautiful unique structure
that wasn’t there when we arrived. I wonder what’s going to
happen in there.
I grab Ora’s hand when I feel all eyes on me once again. She
doesn’t mind, she squeezes me in return and smiles.
From the front row my eyes meets his, now I can breathe
and walk keeping my eyes locked with his. The handsome
boyfriend of mine just takes my breath away.
The centre of the front row occupies the king and queen on
their elegant chairs. Then to the king’s right is Papa tlotla
and her mother, then ntate tlali and mabereng. To the
queen’s left is abuti Puso and a vacant chair. I suppose it’s
for the demon in the house he calls a wife.
Then there sit my type of poison next to abuti Puso’s vacant
chair and two more empty chairs besides him. He stands up
when we get closer, more eyes train at him. He looks like a
king to be. A person I would call a husband one of this fine
coming days. Now I feel a bit underdressed when he is this
suited up. He is in a black fitted no collar suit with that
Basotho blanket neatly folded and hanging on his shoulder.
He pulls a chair for me when we reach him. He gives me the
one next to him and Ora takes the one next to me.
“You’re not mad at your man, are you?” it comes as a
whisper in my ear, infecting my skin with shivers with how
seductive he asks. I pull my face away from him because he
is bringing us unnecessary attention.
“No I’m not mad and please behave” he can be a fool when
he likes but I love him either way.
His hand rest on my thigh. I love and hate it there, the touch
of his skin has a certain effect on mine. I have to swallow
and take in a deep breath to keep my excited feeling in order,
this is not the time or place. I don’t know if he is doing it on
purpose, it’s not good regarding where we are. I put my hand
on top of his and hold it still.
When he laughs I know he was doing it on purpose “When
am I having a taste vele MaMolapo?” I’m only relieved that
he is whispering in my ear, but I’m not happy with the
attention he is bringing to us. I feel eyes behind us. Eyes
that are followed by not so low whispers.
“Siso behave please” he breaks into a laughter before he
composes himself when…..i think her name is palesa if my
memory still serves clear images, she comes out following
ntate Moletsane holding Leroy and two more girls behind
her. The other one is holding Peete’s hand and holding a
baby chair. Then there is Tlotla. No one is holding her hand,
the girl who is supposed to hold her hand is just carrying
her pink chair. She is changed into a beautiful puffy princess
dress. I can tell that she is sure that she is beautiful. She is
taking her own sweet time staring at herself and brushing
her dress. The tent is filled with low giggles.
“His queen we are waiting for you” Ntate moletsane tells
Tlotla who is left behind brushing on her dress. Palesa puts
Leroy down the matt wrapped in his blanket, then Peete sits
on his chair. Tlotla’s chair is left vacant as she still models
to the front.
“Papa tota” she sings, looking at her father’s direction “Tota
mote neeee?” (Tota is beautiful neah?) the tent laughs.
“O pabala wena ngwanaka” (Your extremely gorgeous my
baby) the deep voice that take a room responds with a giggle.
She takes her sit next to Peete smiling at herself.
Ntate Moletsane holds something like a stick. He eats, chew
and spit walking around the skin matt. He is talking but
unfortunately to himself.
“What’s he doing?” I enquire from the one next to me.
“He is fencing them in, they’ll not be able to leave that scene
until the ceremony is done” I don’t understand but I watch
anyway.
He stops and stands outside the round skin matt. He points
his stick up in the skies looking up and again talking to
himself. Tlotla and Peete are talking to themselves too. As
for Leroy he is just lying quiet down the matt.
“Now he is calling rain. It’s going to drop any minute now,
watch…” just as he say light drops falls, the tent claps and
ululate.
“The kids are going to be wet” I state the obvious whispering
in his ear.
“It’s their Strengthening ceremony and it’s required to rain.
In my language we say ‘Ngwana o behwa puleng’ meaning a
child is placed under the rain. It’s a ceremony done for every
Basotho children. But for us the royals, the customs differ a
bit” weird much!
“Why though?”
“Its culture, it’s our tradition. If you were not put under the
rain when you were a baby, you’re going to be a weakling
growing up. You’ll grow to be something that is swept by
every force of life. It’s just an act of strengthening the child’s
roots” I could argue otherwise but we are not there. Tlotla
and Peete are enjoying the light rain at first, even the one
kicking his blanket and showing his cute baby legs in socks.
Then is starts to pour, really pour.
“Papa!....papa!” her and Peete are both screaming, trying to
run from the rain they can’t. Now I see what he meant by
‘His fencing them in’. There seems to be a force refraining
them from walking past the cow skin matt.
“Seeisssooo!” Peete is got a cute hoarse voice. He resorts
calling for Siso when the papa they cried for doesn’t rescue
them.
“Shishooo!” Tlotla joins in, tearing up in siso’s direction. I’m
only thinking of the flue those kid are going to suffer. Their
family seems to be celebrating, they are clapping and
dancing in enthusiasm. Mabataung is the only one who
seems not happy about the scene.
“Lerotholi is a man” abuti puso comments passed the vacant
chair by his side to Siso.
He agrees with a head nod grinning at children abuse
happening before us “A true Molapo bro” he remarks back.
The rain stops like a switch, like it was just passing by and
only then whatever invisible fence breaks. Mabataung
hurries angry to pick Leroy, Tlotla is the quickest running to
her father’s arms. She is crying for her dress more than
actually being wet. Peete also run to abuti Puso who also
picks him. I guess the ceremony is done as people start
breaking out of the tent.
“Is it done?” I ask Siso as he helps me up.
“Yes, the only part left is the naming of Leroy. It’s nothing
major though, Mjay is going to properly give him his royal
name that his ancestors will know and that will be it”
“Isn’t his name is Lerotholi?”
He smirks “How come you are able to call that properly but
my name” I smile avoiding his eyes,
He shakes his head in defeat “Anyway yes that’s his name
and he is just going to tell our ancestor his name. Right now
they don’t know his name. A royal name is introduced to the
ancestors when blood is spilled. So since today we
slaughtered a cow for the children’s strengthening
ceremony, it’s an opportunity for him introduce Leroy’s royal
name” I nod with a sigh “Let’s go eat, you must be starving”
he holds my hand in his leading us back to the house.
“Seeiso!” a beautiful thick woman calls him just as we make
it to the house, she is right behind us. His smile is growing
bigger every time she gets closer to us
“Who is this beautiful young lady?” the woman asks
“This is Princess Khwezi Dlomo. My bride to be. Baby this is
my aunt, rakgadi Bohlokoa” (……Aunty Bohlokoa) Siso
introduces.
I receive the cheerful woman’s hand “Pleased to meet you
aunty” I sing.
“The pleasure is all mine my baby. Looks like you tamed the
player” she jokes, bringing siso to narrow his eyes at her.
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The event ended proper I think. When we left it was already
late and those who let alcohol get the best of them were
already dancing the night away. He wanted me to spend the
night but I put my foot down. Just because they were nice
and welcoming I wasn’t going to let him overdo it. He drove
me sulking but ended up melting because we are like ice and
fire. None between us can stay long mad at each other.
Again he drove through the girl’s residence like its normal.
The security guy didn’t even give him a book to fill his details
just like other visitors. He offered him a salute and bow, and
that was it.
We are parked in our front yard lying on top of his car bonnet
where he parked watching the beautiful clear skies. The
stars are out to play and one would think it’s a lie that it was
raining.
“Do you know what we call your name in my language?” he
asks holding my hand and brushing on my knuckles, the
sky is really beautiful “You are that star up there” he points
among the stars “The brightest one. We call you Naleli. But
I prefer to call you Mphatlalatsane, my morning star. You
showed up in my life like a morning star and from then, my
days have been brighter than before. You took my heart and
made it yours Mrs. Dlomo” he brings my knuckles to his
sweet lips
“You still haven’t touched weed?” I don’t see him as its dark
and he is facing up but I do feel him break into a grin.
“I haven’t and I don’t even miss it”
“That’s my man” this time he chuckles a bit louder but sighs
quickly “What’s wrong?” I ask.
He breathes “Your father is scaring me. With each day dying
and I don’t get his reply I’m drowning deeper and deeper in
fear. I want to marry you Khwezi, and only you but your old
man. What if he says no?” he turns a bit to look in my eyes,
through his eyes I see the fear that I hardly see in him.
“We’ll think of something but I’m not getting pregnant” he
laughs, though it’s not his contagious laughter “Stop
stressing, my mom will come through for me. If there is
anyone my father cannot say no to is my mother” he
squeezes my hand with a sigh, I take this time to snitch on
Mapeete, it’s a good change of topic,
“Moletsane!” gently I call out, and like I thought he breaks
into a loud contagious laughter of his that I love so much
“You do know how to call my name now don’t you?” I nod, I
do. I’m just used to how I used to call him. But now I know
the difference between Siso and Seeiso
“Seeiso” he laughs louder again, bringing me closer to his
warm touch
“I think I love Moletsane better” I nod, planting a peck on his
cheek “What were you saying hee MaDlomo waka before I
interrupted you?” (….My MaDlomo……..)
I sigh “MaPeete said somethings to me” he frowns balancing
with his elbow to look down on my face.
“What did she say?” he comes a bit hostile.
“She said I don’t have the queen bone, you are not perfect to
be a king and that I should convince you to give the throne
to your brother abuti puso for now. She was basically
bashing us” I think that covers just about it, I don’t want to
go into it for detail in detail.
He bites on his bottom lip, staring down at me “She said
that?” he asks and I nod “I’ll take care of it” now I frown at
him.
“Don’t start battles with your family Siso please”
“I won’t, I promise” he leans to my head and plants a kiss on
my forehead “Other than that, is there anyone else who said
something mean to you?”
I shake my head no “I actually love everyone and I enjoyed
them except her”
“Thank you for telling me. I know she probably said not to
tell me” I nod “Thank you for trusting me, if we can go on
like this, open and with no secrets between us. We’ll be just
ready for the throne when the time comes” I pull his collar
closer to me, I need his lips now. We have been talking for
way too long. He pecks my lips first before he takes them as
he please. By now I’m addicted to his expert tongue….
We are pulled apart by a clearing of throat, we both sit a bit
to see the invader of our little sweet time. Pabatso stand
down the car holding a fleece.
“Hmmk my prince” Siso frowns at her then at me, maybe he
think I have something to do with this “I’m offering my
blanket to keep you warm in coldest nights and arms my
prince” she bends a knee holding out her ugly fleece to my
boyfriend. It’s dark but I feel that it’s ugly.
Siso is a bit uncomfortable, he stills a glance at me before he
reaches out his hand. Hmk! He must be kidding me.
“Dikgomo” (Appreciated) he say, taking the blanket. Pabatso
smiles with a bow and leaves. That stupid blanket will keep
him warm, I’m living his sorry behind
“Khwezi! Baby!” I’m off the car before he can even as much
grab my hand. He can go to hell for all I care.
CHAPTER 11
PUSO
Her eyes. They say a woman’s eyes can tell a tale for the
heart. Through her eyes you can tell whether she is cooked
a thunderous storm or a calm ocean. I see it in the way she
glares at me that she is beyond furious. Her eyes thrive in
sombre pain and thunderous anger. If she could she would
jump me and strangle me alive. My mistake was coming to
bed late thinking that she would have fallen asleep and will
be much calm in the morning, but I guess the gods are not
in my favour today. She is still extremely mad even though
she is slept on it.
I was trying to run my disciplinary hearing as I tiptoed out
of the bed and dashed to the bathroom to wash the night off
me. To my bad I find her glaring in my direction balancing
her head with her elbow as I come out of the closet.
I manage my steps carefully as I walk towards her, I’m still
very much careful because an angry woman is like a weapon
waiting to strike.
I had hoped that she would be fast asleep and will wake to
an empty bed. Which would have given her more time to
calm this aching anger burning her.
“Mabataung” I drop besides her, that’s my good morning.
She has Lerotholi under her elbow which is pinned on the
pillow facing the closet direction just so she can intently
watch me.
“Sweetheart” I try the sweet approach when she doesn’t
glorify me with an answer but just stare at me “Mama
kekopa o ntshwarele” (Mommy please forgive me) When her
chest expand high before it drops as she contracts I know
she is willing to talk.
“Sorry for what Papa Tlotla?” I drop my eyes, not because I
cannot hold my wife stare but because I want her to see how
sorry I am. Sometimes as a man, you just have to let your
wife lead some battles and let her win. She must know that
you may be a bull in the house but she is the horn on the
bull’s head
“Tlotla is coughing, Peete has a runny nose and Leroy is
blocked. Do you know how painful it is to watch my children
get sick all because of your culture that is so damn cruel?”
“I’m really sorry mosadi waka” (……My wife) I maintain my
humble apologies, still looking down in shame. But my eyes
land on her bended knee exposed outside the covers. I miss
that.
“A.a. hey hey! Don’t you dare get horny with me, I’m very
much annoyed with you. Why didn’t you tell me my children
were going to be drowned in water” (No. no…….)
exaggeration is in woman’s nature. They were sprinkled with
rain but it is how she sees it, I’m in no position to hold an
arguments especially because I’m on the begging side.
“I’m sorry mommy”
“Abuti majara I thought we were past the stage of you
making me feel like an infant by taking all the decisions for
me. These are my children and you were supposed to tell me
that a bloody storm was going to be called on them and they
were going to be drowned to death” exaggeration and drama!
She is so cute when she shouts and I just want to eat her up
but still, I remember that she is addressing me and I must
respect that.
“Please forgive me ngwetsi ya baletsane. It was wrong of me
not to tell you how and what was going to be done to your
children. I beg you to forgive me my baby, I’ll take all your
children to the doctor today” I seal my apology with a
promise, even though I know that the children will wake up
okay.
“You better” she threatens.
“And I will mommy, I promise with the Alpha in me” that
brings that smile that captures my heart so bad on her
beautiful face. I love my wife so bad I feel like I’m aching for
her when I don’t touch her skin.
I don’t know when I picked her and positioned her on top of
my waist, but only now that I feel satisfied with her touch in
my hold I realise that I picked her to my lap. I’m holding her
portable waist caressing it through the silk night garment
she is wearing. Lately she wears her ugly sleep wears
because we share a bed with Lerotholi.
“Am I forgiven?” I keep her eyes with mine looking down at
her. She is still shorter than me even when we are seated. I
love what her tiny hands are doing at the back of my head
even though it’s sending wrong signals to a certain member
down town.
“I cannot stay mad at you for long Molapo” melody to my
ears. Her soft arms cage my neck while her hands caresses
my head as it pleases. I feel like her boy and I’m proud that
I am. There is no other woman who can have me like she
does.
I pick her chin up to my face. My other hand wrapped
around her keeping her waits intact in my touch. An open
invitation to devour her lips is welcomed when she bites her
lower lip. I bite that very same lip first. Staring in her angelic
pure eyes. This woman is going to drive me crazy if I’m not
already am. The touch of her lip between my slightly gritted
teeth feels like biting into a marshmallow. I let her take the
lead and close her eyes, following on queue I close mine too
and indulge in her oh! So sweet tender lips and mouth. She
taste like a foreign drink I’m not supposed to have but I keep
on having anyway. She is so juicy, so mouth-watering, so….
“Aouch!” she cries, abruptly stopping our sweet fluid
exchange moment. She drops her bottom jaw and open her
inner lower lip “Molapo you bit me” she manages pulling on
her bottom lip for thorough inspection.
I feel my heart freeze and constrict when I notice a drop of
blood inside her lower lip. The juicy I was feeling when
devouring her lips was her blood. This cannot happen. For
the wolf in me my wife is a no go area. Even Lupus himself
knows that. The only time Lupus can put her in harm’s way
is if the battle of the dark world begins. And as far as I know
that cannot happen because I would be out numbered. My
children are still very much young and some are not even
born as yet. The battle of the dark world is supposed to
resume after the prophecy has been fulfilled. Enemies of the
dark world are supposed to attack when I have my pack
ready. Right now it would….
“Molapo I said you bit me” her tone comes out stern and a
bit shouty. She snaps me out of my trained thoughts and for
the first time I’m glad she is concentrating on her anger than
to listen to my mind. This are the side effects of having
someone love you so bad that they love even your heavy
mind. You cannot think alone if you have them close to you.
“Lwandle I am so so sorry….. I….” I trail off when I don’t even
know what to say. I’m ashamed in myself that I sink my teeth
in my wife’s lips. This is all Lupus. He is not supposed to
harm our mate but he produced his canine teeth and sank
them in Mabataung when he got excited.
“Why would you do that?” She is appalled, glaring at me with
a crossed frown on her head.
I have no words to reason for Lupus despicable behaviour.
Before I promise her that it will never happen again while I’m
not certain, I myself. I pick her off my waist and place her on
the bed. I’m quick to leave the room even though I feel her
stare dig on my back as I walk out. I need Joy to clarify what
the hell was that. Lupus cannot loose himself with his mate.
Down the corridor I tail sis Palesa. She starts the search for
Ora or Mabataung in the kitchen but we only find it occupied
by three women wearing the same uniform as hers. She
leads again into that other small cozy lounge. Still it’s empty.
“Eeeh Princess Khwezi would you mind resting in here while
I go look for your hosts” I shake my head no that I don’t mind
“I’ll ask someone to bring you some refreshments”
“Thank you sis Palesa” she smiles before she disappears off
sight. I throw myself down the couch and reach for the
remote. Mabataung called this lounge the woman’s lounge
the last time I was here.
It doesn’t take long before one of the women who were in the
kitchen walk in holding a tray of something that smells so
divine. I’m a foodie because I can barely cook. If it wasn’t for
you tube I would be totally hopeless. She places the tray
before me and I thank her only to staff myself in when she
is out of sight.
Damn it! This is delicious. I wonder what they call it. I would
say it’s tuna samosas if there is such. I take a pic and
forward to my mom with a caption *what do I call this?* my
mom will know for sure *Tuna Empanadas* she responds.
I’m tempted to tell her about the funeral but she’ll freak out
and be dramatic like her husband. She’ll think I’m chasing
after siso if I tell her I’m here…………
“Mama” (Mommy) a gentle voice calls out tapping my thigh.
I almost jump and scream because I didn’t see him coming
in. It’s the little Peete. A cute little boy.
“Hey baby” I throw another tuna whatever in my mouth. I
swear I’m going to finish the whole plate.
“Mama, o kae Tlotla?” (Mommy where is Tlotla?) He is asking
the wrong person and I’m definitely not mommy but I don’t
mind. He is much older than Tlotla
“Ha kitsibi baby” (I don’t know……) children! He is looking
at my hand holding the tuna thing. There is three left and
now I have to share with him because his eyes don’t leave
my hand. Jerrr! I hand him one and he awards me with a
grin and sit right on my feet. He is such a cute being. We
watch tv in silence a bit enjoying our snack until the door
opens. I feel full before she even word. It’s my little buddy’s
mother.
Her eyes burn me for a while until they fall on little Peete
sitting down on my feet. I see her palpitate in a second. She
is burning with no smoke but her vile emotions fills the
entire lounge.
“How dare you?” she finally manage to word passed the fire
burning her. I’m so confused and lost, I don’t even know
what to say because I don’t know what I’m wrong of.
“Are you trying to kill my child?” she spits, still burning as
she takes angry steps toward me. In a minute she is grabbed
me with my washings up the couch. Little peete has fled the
scene. He run like a scared little boy when her mother
grabbed me.
“Sis…sis vio….” The rest of my voice don’t see day. In a shift
she strikes my cheek hard with a stinging clap. I think I see
stars for a while as I fall back on the couch groaning in pain.
“You make your child little whore. Don’t you dare kill my
child” she points her trembling finger at me. I’m holding my
aching cheek in shock just staring because I have no words.
I don’t know how I tried to kill her child.
I don’t know who called her husband but the room is
immediately braced with an angry stare of abuti Puso. Now
her expression softens when her eyes land on her husband.
I’m still holding my aching cheek in numbness. They stare
at each other without word. In a second she is floating in the
air. Abuti puso grabs her neck and shove her to the wall.
She is trying to speak and fight his tight grip. It’s utterly
useless.
I’m scared of what’s becoming of me. I don’t even as much
scream for help. I watch her husband choke the life out of
her and I still feel like it’s not enough. I hope he has nails
too and he sank them on her snake neck.
The door flies open again and in what looks like a shift abuti
puso is now the one grabbed to the wall. Papa Tlotla pins
him to the wall with his single arms and look down at the
choking Mapeete. His eyes confirms that he is confused.
When abuti puso stops fighting him he lets him go. Mapeete
hasn’t stopped to fight for air on the floor.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Our father is dead and
our little brother is barely coping and wena the best you can
do is put your hands on women?” he spits glaring at abuti
puso. He doesn’t receive any kind of response from abuti
puso. He only breathes hard in and out controlling his anger.
Papa Tlotla changes gears to the one breathing on the floor
“Mapeete what happened?” he is also a bit gentle when he
talks to her.
“Abuti Majara he does it every day. He hits me as much as
he likes” her voice comes clogged, he really did strangle the
life out of her. I think papa Tlotla is in disbelief. He looks at
his brother, then his wife. I think he forgot that I’m in the
room.
“I’ll tell you what happened Mjay. Peete came running to me
and told me that her mother is hitting Kotiza. I lost it and
strangled her. It was for the first time and the last time. I
know we don’t condone violence to our women in this house.
I just lost it when I saw her eyes had none regret for putting
her hands on my brother’s wife”
“Why the fuck would you hit Khwezi?” he doesn’t question
his brother more. I see it in his eyes that he believes him at
first attempt. His tone has lost the gentleness towards her,
it’s annoyed as hell now.
“She…she tried to kill peete. I found her feeding my son
tuna” bathong! “He is allergic to tuna” she adds
“And was Khwezi supposed to know that? Did you perhaps
tell her?” she shakes her head no looking down “You are
aware that Khwezi is still of the high power to you and
putting your hands on her means you’re to be fined. Not to
mention her father who is a king. Hitting her, you’re hitting
her father and if she brings this to her father, you’ll be fined
severely” silence, I think she didn’t think of that. I also didn’t
think of that. Papa Tlotla sighs hard before he hold out his
hand for me. I receive the strong hand helping me up.
“Handle your wife Puso. But let this day be the last you
touch your wife like that. I’ll take Peete to the doctor” he
announces walking out of the lounge with me.
“Peete is not allergic to tuna, there is no need to take him to
the doctor” abuti puso tells papa tlotla before we walk out. I
think now he is confused and defeated because he resorts to
shaking his head and leading me out.
“Are you okay princess?” he asks holding me as we walk
down the corridor,
“I’m fine papa tlotla”
“Do you want to lay a charge to the council against her?” I
shake my head no. I don’t want to take things to such vile
lengths “Okay but if you change your mind know that you
can still do so. Even if it’s a year later. The council will put
her in order and she’ll be fined whatever your father will
demand” I nod again,
“I think its best you go wait for your boyfriend in his room.
He is still under the council because he is next in line. They
are sharpening and polishing him a bit but he’ll be with you
shortly” I nod again because sometimes he takes one’s
emotions without even threatening or doing a damn
thing……..
I only realise that I was holding in air as I breathe hard after
he frees me off his touch. I know siso’s room very well. I make
way there quick to run from mapeete if she is following me.
So thankful for the elevator which transports me to my
boyfriend’s room fast.
I throw myself onto the bed once I’m in his room. I remember
that I didn’t lock the door, mapeete might come to turn me
into history. Just as I stand on my feet once again the door
opens. His eyes look drained. He is exhausted and shattered.
I’m not very familiar with the look deep in his eyes, I would
say it’s a sexy look but there is tiredness and sadness
somewhere in them. He takes steps closer. His step closer, I
step backward. Not in fear but in confusion. I know I have
nowhere to go when my back view hits the wall.
“Siso what’s the….” The matter comes in his mouth.
Suddenly our mouths are on each other. Our lips connect
and there’s no softness to the kiss. It’s fuelled by something
from him. I would say pain but there is anger in it. It feels
like he is bottling a lot and he is releasing it in this kiss. The
desire he has for me also piles up. I cling to him, wrapping
myself around his muscled enough body. He easily picks me
up, and my back once again presses against the wall. His
mouth moves against mine, his tongue pushing its way into
my mouth. He takes over the kiss, dominating it, and I let
go. I allow myself to enjoy the closeness of him and soak it
all up. I want every last drop I can get out of this.
He growls into my mouth, and I find myself moaning in
response. He moves one of his hands under me and he is
touching me so privately. I’m slightly growing uncomfortable
with the strong poke that’s being pushed against my sex. He
dips it direct to my soft flesh there….I pull off the kiss fight
of his tight hold.
“Siso what’s the matter?” I ask heading to the bed and sitting
there.
“Mamolapo you said you’re ready” What? I look up at him.
He is dead serious. That was months ago and he refused and
why is he bringing this up again now.
“Siso what’s wrong with you? I’m here to be with you. To hold
you and listen to your pain not for that”
“Well I need that to take this burden off my shoulders” sigh!
I stand off the bed and fix my dress down “Call me when
you’re ready to talk about your pain, not to fuck me to numb
the pain” I tell walking out of the room. I made a mistake by
coming here. From claps to having someone who want to
sleep with you just so they don’t feel the pain. NXA!
CHAPTER 15
KHWEZI
“What did you two fight about earlier?” He stops her outside
Seeiso’s room only to question now. She doesn’t know how
to tell him that he wanted to sleep with her to numb his pain
so she resorts to dropping her eyes.
Puso sighs and say “Please be with him. He is going through
the most. He is still very young and he hadn’t expected that
the old man would die so soon. Right now the council and
every royal member expect him to stand up and claim the
throne. He cannot even as much show grief. He has to be the
pillar of the clan. Please be his pillow. Let him know you are
here and you’ll be his shoulder to cry on” she nods with a
sigh although if she wasn’t so scared of him she would ask
what to do if he wants sex like earlier on.
“What time do your classes starts tomorrow?” this one she
can respond
“11.00 AM” he nods
“Be ready by 10:30. Tshepo will take you straight to campus”
she nods receiving her bag which he is been holding with his
other hand “My room is right there” he points a door not so
far “Don’t be scared to knock for me if you fail to handle him”
she nods again and watch him turn his back on her walking
to his room.
She makes her way in too after inhaling sharply to release
the tension wearing her. Her jaws drop when she is
welcomed by weed smoke floating inside the room. There is
a Hennessey bottle close to empty dropped to the floor. He
lies with his stomach pressed on the mattress.
Before she even as much opens her mouth she goes for his
balcony. Both sliding doors she spread them wide open. She
cannot stand the weed smoke. This nigger promised that he
stopped smoking weed.
When cold chills of air circulating into the room chasing the
warm smoke he stirs on the bed. His skin welcomes the
shivers of cold he doesn’t understand where they come from.
Still eyes closed he manages to step off the bed and follow
the strong unwanted air. He is heading for the balcony.
He pushes into a solid being. Instantly he opens his eyes
even though they refuse him. His mind is very much
disoriented because he was kaak drunk and high before he
was forced to bed.
“Mo..mo…sadi…waka!” (My..my…my…wife!) Passed the
alcohol induced voice and stuttering Khwezi does manage to
hear him. He is a stutter when drunk and angry “You….you
and andddd……this one look so…..so..so..so beautiful”
problem about alcohol is that it will show all the colours you
have. Even those you try so hard to hide when sober.
“Siso I cannot believe you right now. You’re drunk and high.
You promised to never touch weed again” she snaps, folding
her hands to her chest. He finds her extremely cute.
“Hau mme! Akere o haaaanne ka….kuku….yaka, yaba
ke..ke..ke….batla…ntho engwe e mona…naaate” (Hau
mommy! Isn’t it you refusssssed with…….my cake, so I….
I…… I…… went for another niiiiice thing) sigh! She is
defeated. There is no point shouting him now. It’s best she
opens the covers for him and only give him a piece of her
mind in the morning when he is sober.
“Let’s go to bed siso” She drags his hand back to the bed.
When she bends to remove the pillows he spanks her butt
giggling.
“Otlo mpha…pha….pha kuku akere baby” (You’re going to
give me…me…me my cake right baby) he is very much
grinned when Khwezi turns with a look ready to bite his head
off.
“Yes, get inside the covers” she is only saying it to get him
under the covers. Like a child promised sweets he jumps up
and down. He takes off his shirt, just as she watch in shock
his pants follow both with his briefs. There is a long mamba
dangling between his legs. She blinks quite a lot to take in
the image. This is definitely a sight not to forget.
Luckily as instructed he jumps inside the covers pulling the
duvet to his neck. The air from the balcony is really mean to
his skin.
“Hurry mme hle, your man is very readdddy for you” she is
more than defeated at this point.
“I’ll be back. Wena just close your eyes and think of all the
things you’re going to do to me” like a good child he complies.
Khwezi resorts to picking his clothes off the floor to the
basket and removing the pillows slowly from the bed. She
can tell with how he breathes that he is falling asleep.
She kills time again taking her bag to his closet to change.
When she comes back she closes the doors first before easily
sliding right by his side.
“Tlompha kuku” (She is going to give me cake) he mumble
turning in sleep facing the other way. Thank you alcohol
she’ll not be deflowered today.
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SEEISO
One thing about alcohol is that it will make you do and say
things you don’t mean. At first he was surprised to wake
next to his girl. The last thing he remembers is that they
fought and she left. Then the other thing that scared the shit
out of him was the fact that he was in his birthday suit. He
only took a deep breath when he realised that unlike him
she was still clothed and there was no sign of a used condom
on the floors. He would like to believe that he wouldn’t be so
stupid even when drunk.
Although it looks like he was a good drunk, one thing for
sure is that his girl is going to swallow him alive.
As much as he’d rather have her snoring cutely in sleep, his
ache to hear her angelic voice overpowers him. His hand fails
to hold on a while longer. He cups her face looking down at
her as he runs his thumb right on her slightly parted lips.
She is all hers. The beautiful Khwezi Dlomo…..no scratch
that. The beautiful MaMolapo Molapo. That’s the name he is
going to give her once they ask him to dress her by the gate
in front of his forefathers. Regardless of her stubborn
father’s disapproval. He is going to marry this girl, dark or
blue. Even if it means getting her pregnant first just so they
don’t give her an option. That’s all that was in his head when
he wanted sex from her yesterday.
He awards her dry lips with yet another kiss. Her pure star.
He takes her in brushing her face as he likes. Her lips,
eyebrows, nose. Ai shame! His girl is beautiful even in sleep.
“Mmmhm” she stirs, trying to turn the other way but the
man cupping her face won’t free her face off his touch. This
brings her to open her eyes. She flickers them a bit chasing
the remnants of sleep off her eyes and bringing the picture
before her into memory,
“Siso” she murmurs, still a bit under the influence of sleep.
“I like it better when you call me Moletsane” an eye roll, she
is wide awake now that she is rolling eyes “Good morning
Mrs. Molapo”
“Morning baby” In a second he flips her over and she lies on
top of him. He wants to breathe all of her in. His other hand
wrap around her waist back while the other one focuses on
cupping her face with her neck same time. He pushes her
head down to his face. When they are inches apart he goes
for the kill. His lips finds her and they greet each other to
the new day.
The kiss starts off cute and decent. They are patient with
each other, slowly he enjoys his girl’s lips until he feels her
starts to grow uncomfortable. It must be the erection
growing big under her and his nakedness. She breaks the
kiss failing to look in her man’s eyes, she resorts to catching
her breath lying on his chest.
This is not the kind of press release she had in mind. She
thought it would be chaotic but it looks nothing of that sort.
It looks arranged and well planned. In front a pile of
journalists sit’s the royal house appointed to address them.
Each journalist is eager and praying to put the words better
than the other even though it will be the same thing. Before
them sit him- the king to be, on his right hand is his
grandfather ntate Tlali and on his left is ntate Moletsane.
The other two men are seated behind the boards’ written
council. They must be the council members.
Among the journalists she sits. He would have preferred her
to be right by his side but she refused. She cannot risk being
spotted with him now that she knows that he is not hers.
She might be labelled as a royal mistress when his new
woman comes.
After the pleasantries and protocol has been followed the
interview starts. He is shaking in his boots but his eyes
remain glued at the far back to the girl that owns his heart.
Through her eyes he draws the strength he needs.
“……. And now I’ll hand over to our Prince, Prince Seeiso
Molapo the first to address you all personally of more details
that I might have left out” the royal secretary informs after
reading the press release that confirms the passing of King
Bereng Molapo.
Hands fly up in the sky like school children wanting to be
chosen. He taps his forefinger on the mic twice before he
points a journalist sitting right next to Khwezi. The young
man also looks like he hadn’t expected to be chosen. He is
suddenly the nervous one as all eyes turn to him.
Khwezi wakes him from his fears by nudging him. It’s very
unexpected and surprising for him to be chosen. He is just
an intern filling in for his boss’s personal assistant. Even his
questions weren’t carefully formulated hence why he chose
to sit at the far back of the crowd to avoid asking questions.
He breathes hard first to gather his nerves “My
prince…thank you for choosing me. Eeehhh!.....” He is
hesitant and doesn’t know what to ask, looking down his
note pad he is sure he is going to make a fool of himself.
“Get straight to the point young man” Seeiso’s voice comes
bold and firm, making him squirm and become more unsure
of what he wants to ask.
“My prince….my first question is…..I would like to know
what exactly ate our king and why was the public not
informed that he was sick” teboho follows his question with
a sigh of relief when all eyes turn back to Seeiso. Thank God
he didn’t make a fool of himself.
“Your name young man?” Seeiso’s voices echoes the entire
council house, there is just something firm and sure in the
way he speaks today. Something that affirms that he is a
man ready to step to bigger roles. There is no playful Seeiso
that the journalist are usually used to.
“Teboho Serui from Lesotho times my prince” the young
journalist informs
“Teboho the late king suffered of cancer. Unfortunately we
discovered it while it was already in the late stage. He choose
to spend his last remaining days with his family without the
fuss of the public” this whole time his eyes are on her next
to him. He doesn’t care much about teboho from Lesotho
times. He just wants to look at his star. That’s where his
courage comes from. They may be on a rocky path now but
that beautiful zulu girl have his heart at the palm of her
hand.
“Ask again teboho” some journalist grunts in displease but
no one voice out loud.
“If it’s not too early to ask my prince but……now that the
throne is empty and we’ll be taking our late king to his final
rest in the caves on Saturday. I would like to ask who is next
to take the throne if such talks have been held” there is a
moment of silence first, this time the young man is spot on
to what almost all the journalists in the house of council
wants to know.
Seeiso seeks confirmation to his council members by looking
at them before he reveals. When both side nods in agreement
he delivers
“I Seeiso Molapo, the first of my name will take the throne
as soon as we have washed my father spirit” his words comes
focused on her. He will be a king with her by his side. His
father gave him blessing of marriage to her, not anyone else.
Flashing of cameras lights up the whole room. Everyone now
definitely wants a picture of Prince Seeiso soon to be the king
in the Kingdom of Lesotho. He is way way too young for such
role. Hands fly up now eager to ask more but he chooses the
young man once again.
“My prince if I’m not mistaken, you have two brothers before
you. Why don’t one of your brothers take the throne?” at
least the young teboho does ask things they want to know,
even though he doesn’t seem to have the journalist ruthless
backbone. He lacks the spice. That extra hotness that
journalists have.
“Teboho are you saying I’m not capable to handle the
throne?”
“No no no my prince, never. I just….i thought culturally the
eldest son is always the one to take the throne after the
falling of the king”
“That’s correct teboho but the throne keeper is also chosen
by the royal house, the council members and the fallen king
himself before he rides with his forefathers’ right”
“Yes…yes my prince” it’s not the answer he wants but he
doesn’t want to throw him off now that he is eating at the
palm of his hand.
“If I may ask again my king” he gives him a go ahead with a
head nod,
“Since your still a bachelor my prince. Are you going to line
up all the single bachelorette in Lesotho and choose your
next wife?” the house erupts in laughter, even the king to be
himself gives a lopsided smile at his question.
“This one will be answered by us” the response comes from
one of the two men who sit behind board written council
members.
“Young man we are under talks at the moment. We are still
looking in royal houses. Once we find a woman fit to be by
our king’s side. We’ll approach the house. But for now let’s
focus on the funeral first” the words shatters someone who
doesn’t need to hear them. They really are going to marry
him to someone else.
Careful not to draw attention on herself while people are still
staring at the front she makes her way out. This should be
the end of her inside this compounds.
PUSO
They have been fine. Well not the last percentage bar of fine
but they have been less fights since ntate bereng had a talk
with his family. He left them with kind words of appreciation
before he left the world and the two couple have been a bit
on the smooth sail since the fateful day. He was disappointed
when he found her fast asleep yesterday after they had a bit
of a scare moment with Lupus. He wanted to enjoy the
peaceful sight of her that he lately hardly see for as long as
he can.
He fixes the tray on her and watch her enjoy her breakfast.
She forks into her toasted bread, bacon and eggs at the same
time taking a bite. He tried but…
“Your eggs are too salty” he is quick to hand her juice to
wash down the salt,
“My apologies my shine, I shouldn’t have used salt” he is
quick to apologise.
“And your bacon is too watery, didn’t you fry it?” he did, he
doesn’t know how something fried can be watery but he is
used to her complain about almost everything.
“They say it’s the thought that counts, thanks but I’ll go
make my own breakfast” in relationships there is always one
that loves the most than the other, and unfortunately in this
union he is the one that loves the most. He is learned to
mask his disappointment well in this marriage. He is always
disappointed. Like now, he is disappointed that she can’t
even as much pretend to enjoy his hard work. But ke at least
she had one bite.
“I’m sorry babe, I’ll try better next time” he helps her free off
the tray that she is already pushing off her lap. He puts it
on the headboard table and jumps straddle her before she
gets off the bed.
Gosh! He wants sex. She sees it in the extra delightful mood
he is in.
“Pusoo” she tries to push him away but he is too strong.
“My shine. Ko hopotse mommy” (……I miss you……) he
plants a peck on both her cheeks, trying to sweeten her first.
“Eish, I’m not in the mood hle puso” he hears her but he is
not listening. Regardless of her denial words he still forces
his mouth to her neck. Neck kisses are her weakness.
“I won’t be long lerato laka. I just miss your soft heaven so
bad” (…..my love….) the words comes breathed right in her
ear, it used to send tingles all over her when he did that but
not anymore.
“Molapo i…” whatever she is saying doesn’t see day, he cups
her breast squeezing them through her night dress. He
wants to kiss her so bad but he knows that her mouth is a
no go area in the morning.
“Mapeete keya o kopa mosadi waka, I’ll not be long” (……I’m
begging you my wife……) he is quite persistent.
“Damn it I don’t feel you anymore, will you stop!” she snaps,
ceasing every horny desire he has. He blinks at her and
collects himself getting of her. The pain in his eyes touches
her heart.
“I’m sorry” he manage looking at her once before he turns on
his steps heading for the bathroom.
“Ntate Molapo I just don’t like it when you don’t listen, I’m
really not in the mood” she tries her best to cover her
snapped words.
“Its okay mama peete, I understand and I’m sorry” he mutter
disappearing in the restroom.
There is one couch but it’s big enough. She sits at the far
end and takes a biscuit. She is not going to have tea, she
has it once in the morning and that’s it.
In silence Puso sips his tea, which he enjoys unlike the
biscuits he is pretending on. He passes his cup of tea to
Lerato so she drinks too. She looks at his hand holding the
cup to her in silence, when he lifts his eyes to her she takes
the damn cup. Drink from the same cup as him under his
look.
He hold out his hand for his cup back and sip until the cup
is empty and the saucer is free of Lemon creams biscuits
which felt too creamy for him.
“Thank you” he mutter when she collects the dishes to the
kitchen “You make a mean tea” he compliments, breaking
the ice in the room.
“Thank you my prince, my father used to say the same thing”
she say, standing in the kitchen by the counter. Somehow
she doesn’t want to sit next to him again. The pull was just
too strong.
“Used to?” he investigates.
“He passed away last year, car accident” she explains, the
shift and drop of emotions in the room reminds her. His
confidence is suddenly replaced by sadness.
“Prince Puso” she calls out, for the first time today she calls
his name “I’m sorry about your father” she means it. He sees
it in her eyes. She really is sorry.
“Thank you, I’m sorry about Mr. Peace too” her surname
Khotso translate to Peace. Both they welcome light chuckles.
“Aar! He long passed, I’m okay with it by now. You’ll be fine
too” slowly but surely the ice in the room is melting.
“I guess I will. What about Mrs. Peace? Is she still with us?”
he is getting to know her even though he is not aware as yet.
“Very much alive” there is a cute smile breaking on her face
at the mention of her mother.
“Who did you leave her with in Maputsoe?” he asks.
“I left her with my two sisters, one is doing grade 12 and the
other one is in grade 10” he nods, happy that they can hold
a conversation even though he doesn’t know why he is happy
of the discovery.
“What are you studying?” he asks.
“Environmental Law” the frown that grows on his face brings
her to a chuckle.
“Why?” he asks almost in disbelieve.
“Aar! You know, I had passed maths and science so well
when I was in high school and everyone insisted that I do
science related course. Environmental Law ended up being
my field of study” she explains, still talking to him from the
kitchen counter where she balanced.
“What did you initially want to study?” he asks. Somehow
making her laugh with just his question. He frowns but
smiles in confusion “What?” he asks when she melts instead
of replying him.
“I actually wanted to be a police woman growing up” both
they now crack a laugh.
He is about to ask why when Khwezi walks into the room
without knocking and immediately freezes. She hadn’t
expected to find abuti Puso here laughing with her
housemates. If she still remember clearly, Lerato had a
10:00 am class. She looks ready but maybe to have forgotten
that she was on her way to class.
“Didn’t you have a class at 10:00?” she asks before she
acknowledges abuti Puso. Lerato mumble a low ‘Oh shit’
grabbing her bag and flying off the room.
CHAPTER 18
SEEISO
MAJARA
The fallen Molapo giant was laid to rest a night ago. We lost
a solid rock that didn’t allow to even be shaken by strongest
winds of the earth. I hope I make him proud in his final place
of eternity. I hope he looks down on me as an angel and see
that I live to my name.
I’m Majara. A carrier. I carry burdens of those I love and
make them mine by name. Majara Molapo to carry the family
to greatest heights. I’m still not sure which heights he
meant. Maybe I’m yet to find out but I think he had too much
hope in me truly speaking.
Today it’s Saturday and we just had another service for the
public. It’s safe to admit that my mother is not coping but
I’ll not let her crack. I’ll help her back to recovery.
Seeiso on the other hand did amazing. We were a bit
sceptical thinking he’ll crack again now that Kotiza couldn’t
be by his side but he proved himself. He rose above the
challenge and made sure Molapo got the sent off he
deserved.
He sneaked his girl through the back doors the other day
just to make sure that Vulamasango doesn’t see them and
unfortunately because of that gorilla named Vulamasango
Kotiza couldn’t come to be by her man. She didn’t want her
father even suspecting a damn thing.
Seeiso is honestly giving Vulamasango too much credit. If he
wasn’t so adamant in doing things the right way I would have
advised him to knock Kotiza up and watch him explode only
to do nothing because there will be nothing he can do but
accept their marriage when the damage is already done.
The man is so stubborn even though he can see that the kids
love and adore each other dearly.
Thinking of that fool, I decide to abandon the council men
I’m subjected to entertain in search for him. I’m not even
listening in in their bored talks. I think they see themselves
as bunch of gods for the kings. Little useless people who
thinks they control thrones.
I don’t know why but with every step I take closer to our
bedroom I feel my heart beat in a way that alarms me of
something. I cannot tell what exactly but I can already tell
that something is amiss.
I’m not one to be shaken but…. I feel unease in my own skin.
Something is a bit unsettling as I get near and near to my
room of rest.
“Baby” I forget that she is said to be asleep as I open the
door. I’m already calling for her, releasing Lupus instinct to
sense if there is anything beyond human understating I
should be aware of.
“MABATAUNG” I try louder resting by her side. My aim is to
wake her but I stop halfway when my eyes fall on her face.
“Mosadi waka?!” (My wife?!) Panic washes over me. Her eyes
are wide awake but all white even though it looks like she is
in deep sleep. I inspect her nose to check if she is breathing
and I’m a bit happy to discover that she still inhales and
exhales. For the first time in almost forever I’m scared and
clueless.
“Mangcobo!” I have her in my arms trying to run to
Moletsane’s hut for aid when a voice comes in my head.
“Take her home. Her home. Her house of wolves where she
is to mother all the Wolves of the South. She’ll wake there.
The Rafe are within the phase and they have possessed her
to get your attention” the voice belongs to Joy. As an Acua
of my house, I know he knows what he is doing and saying.
MAJARA
I hate that I’m left with this woman but I have no choice but
to suck up my hate and have a talk with her. My day was
perfect until this moment.
My parents came to see me at my place and I finally received
my dad’s blessings. He shook Siso’s hand and told him to do
right. To say I’m over the moon is an understatement. I’m
going to spend the rest of my life with the man my heart is
in tune with his heart beat.
As soon as my parents left, I called siso and he arranged that
we meet in a secluded secret place where we celebrated my
father’s yes picnic style.
Papa tlotla broke our moment calling him to come home only
for him to take him from me and leave me in the company of
this woman.
Mapeete hates me. It’s simple as that. I don’t even know what
I did for her to hate me so much. But I have a guess it’s all
because I didn’t convince Siso to let go of the throne.
She is throwing daggers at me. From where she sits I can tell
that she is boiling. She is like a pot of soft on the stove
fighting to kick off the lit.
I know my way around this house so far, so I pick Lerotholi
in my arms and decide to free her of my presence which
looks like it isn’t doing her justice. I ask the drowsy tlotla
and Peete to follow me to my room. I’ll sleep with them in
room I was offered by the lovely Mme Mamajara.
“Eeeeh Mama wa peete where can I get Lerotholi’s nappies
and bottles?” (….Peete’s mother……..) I decide to ask her
before I leave the room with the children. Lerotholi is the
only infant. Tlotla and Peete no longer use those.
“Mrs. Molapo ngwanana. You don’t go around calling me
with my son’s name. I wonder if you’ll even give a first born
son to this house like me. I’m the woman who should be
honoured as queen. I gave them their first grandson”
(…….girly…..) I honestly don’t know how asking for bottles
and nappies dilated to queens giving birth to sons.
“My apologies Mrs. Molapo. Where can I find nappies and
bottles for Lerotholi?” I try again.
“Hake tsebe. Tsamaya o nsto botsa” (I don’t know. Go around
asking) I don’t know what she said but it’s not pleasant at
all. I can tell with the way she eye me from head to toe and
stand yawning leaving me dump folded.
I watch her in shock until she disappears off the room only
to breathe when she is off sight.
MAJARA
“BoMolapo I have quite a huge ask for the both of you. I need
your help” I allow them time to take in my words. Both they
look in each other’s eyes before they turn back to me giving
me the go ahead to continue.
“BoMolapo I’m in trouble” I start, brushing on my wife’s
forehead.
I’m glad Joy managed to close her eyes. It would have ached
my heart more to keep seeing her with her eyes turned white.
“Bua letsibolo labo Molapo, talk to us. I asked what you need
from us.” (Talk to us Molapo’s first born……….) Puso
reminds again taking tentative steps closer to me and my
wife.
He squeezes my shoulder when he is close in enough. I can
sense that he is ready to help me carry my load. I just hope
it’s not too much what I ask.
I breathe, look up at the both of them as they stare down at
me in anticipation.
“BoMolapo I have to ask the both of you to risk your lives for
me” they both nod consecutively without questions.
“We are brothers juju. I’ll hold a gun for you and shot for you
if need be” Seeiso articulates, unfortunately it’s not a steel
battle this one but I’m thankful to know that they’ll join me
in battle to save my family.
“You both bite into my wrist and drink my blood. That’s all.
From there you’ll both feel the change in your bodies. It will
depend on your characters as humans what kind of wolves
you’ll turn out to be. I’ll explain and take you both through
everything” I explain.
“So there will be a time when I crave for raw meet” Seeiso. I
shake my head in a chuckle.
“No. your kind of wolf will connect with you and let you know
when it’s starved. And yes, wolves prefer their meat raw and
red juicy” red juicy is better than saying blood.
“Yak!” Puso and I laugh his disgusted face.
“Etla reo jee hee ngwana ntate. Give me your wrist” (Come,
let’s eat you up our father’s son…………...) I have to laugh at
Puso’s eagerness
“Molapo I need you both to understand that doing this is not
just to protect my family. Once I turn the both of you into
what I am. You’ll both inherit my enemies. You’ll both give
birth to infected children. Our family may be the first Wolves
of the South through this implantation. Are you ready for
that all that sacrifice and power?” I ask. I need them to be
sure of what they’ll be getting themselves into.
MAPEETE
Some people receive all the glory for totally being nothing but
a sham. I hope this time this family see who exactly is the
mother of their children.
I gave them their first grandchild heir, unlike mabataung
who disappears to the centre of the earth every time the
going gets tough. I’m not about to look after her children
while she enjoys herself in South Africa. I wish she stays
there and never come back. It’s her home after all and she’ll
always run there.
I pray abuti Majara doesn’t run after her this time around.
Mabataung is honestly too weak but no one sees it because
they make excuses for her. Everyone keep saying she
married a difficult man and she is allowed to breathe once
in a while.
That’s just pure nonsense. The woman is weak and
shouldn’t be wifed to someone of abuti Majara’s calibre and
status.
I’m sitting in the lounge feeding both Peete and Tlotla before
me in the lounge. I’m a ball of nuclear bomb waiting to
explode. For mabataung who left her responsibilities, for
another princess in the house trying to be a Molapo wife and
lastly for my husband who slept God knows where.
My senses feel a being enter in to the room.
My eyes fall on the so called ‘Kgotiza’ coming into the room.
She bathed and it looks like she bathed Leroy on her waist.
She looks like she is heading to varsity with her school bag
hanging on her free shoulder.
“Dumela mama peete” (Morning……..) she greets, with that
accent of hers that annoys the shit out of me. I think she is
pretending really, sotho is not that hard. She doesn’t have
to zulufy every word.
“Can I leave Leroy with you, I have a class at 08:00” she
continues to speak to me even though I don’t offer her my
responses. I don’t know how stupid she can be.
“Do you think you’re going to pass mara?” I ask, glaring up
at her. This thing boils me up to the core. She is here playing
daughter in law even though she ain’t one when she should
be focusing on school.
She breathes, hard dropping her chest in defeat. I’m glad I
defeat her as much as she defeats me “I know how to handle
my life Mrs. Molapo. Are you going to help me with Leroy or
not?” helang! The attitude.
“Your mother taught you to speak to your elders like your
jumping off the tree?” I ask, annoyed by her sudden tone and
attitude.
“No. my mother taught me to stand my ground and I think
it’s time I address you. You may be older than me but know
your place sisi. I’m Khwezi Dlomo. The daughter of two of
the craziest zulu men on earth. Stop poking me. I’m the
daughter of the men you wouldn’t want to be an enemy of.
And I’m definitely of the high power than you. Next time you
open your mouth on me talking like your jumping off the
train, I’ll report you and you’ll be fined. Not forgetting telling
Siso about what you did” hee! The chicken can finally fly. I
guess she isn’t as innocent as her mother.
“So you’re going to run to daddy little girl?” I poke, enjoy the
vile her as I.
“Yes. Not one but two fathers. And to enlighten you. My
fathers kill for their family” the fuck! Why does it look like
she is very sure of that rubbish coming out of her mouth?
My follicle hairs stand in attention of fear as I glare back at
her and maintain the look that renders me limb in terror.
What the hell? I cannot be afraid of this little girl.
KHWEZI
SEEISO
One thing I have learned about my girl is that she can stand
her ground. I’m just glad that she chooses not to put her foot
down even though I know she can if she wants.
She drags her feet out of the room mumbling to herself.
Shaka zulu’s breed!
They say it’s the thought that counts but noodles, really?
She is not even moved that she is holding a hot bowl of
noodles with a fork for me. Even when I was a scholar I never
ate this hot dancing worms for the life of me.
“Mamolapo you’re not serious” I’m looking between her and
her hot dancing worms in a bowl.
“Siso I was going to order in but now I can’t because you
decided to be hot headed and order me that we are leaving”
“Maybe I should go eat pabatso’s food. I mean she cooked for
me” if I’m not careful she’ll throw this bowl on my face “I’m
kidding” I was kidding but it seems she isn’t taking it that
way.
“How do you know her name?” how do I vele?
“You told me” I say doubtfully.
“I have never told you her name siso” she folds arms to her
chest and demand an answer. I truly don’t know how I know
her name if she didn’t tell me.
“You want her don’t you?” she say when I fail to respond of
how I know the girl’s name.
“Now you’re being paranoid, let’s go” I’m on my feet taking
the damn worms from her hand. Fuck I drink the damn
thing and chew once then it’s done. She is jaw dropped once
again.
“Take your books my star we have to go” Fox has sent me
the clearance. My security detail have to check and clear
everything and anyone before I walk out of this campus. I
cannot be spotted here.
She is a tad too quite on our way to the penthouse just a bit
out of town organised for us by abuti Puso. I’ll get the privacy
I need there. I have been offered a pass this whole week to
do what I have to do before we cleanse and I take the throne.
And I have decided to spend this time with this queen of
mine.
I take her silence in the car is because of Fox and Letha on
the front. She is not used to them but she’ll have to get used
to them very soon. They are assigned to know her and I like
the back of their hands.
Tsepo is her preferred detail but unfortunately that one is
trusted by the entire family. Everyone always wants him on
speedial.
“When do your classes starts tomorrow and how many do
you have?” I ask close to her ear so I don’t call attention of
our detail on her. I can see she is already as nervous as hell.
“Four. The first one starts at 08:00” her tone comes
whispered.
This means I’ll have to not tear her hymen up tonight.
“What about Wednesday?”
“I don’t have classes this Wednesday” music to my ears.
Wednesday it is. She frowns at me when I peck her forehead
in elation. I’m getting myself some cookie this week. Her
father’s yes is all I needed.
“The place is already swept my king, you can go as you
please” I should be calling this man abuti Motlatsi. He is not
my age whatsoever but my current status doesn’t allow me.
He is very vigilant and good at what he does. Both they were
my late father’s detail. I’m not placed on the chair of power
as yet but some people already address me as their king. It’s
not exciting having this attention trained on me but I’ll
breathe it with each day.
“Thank you Fox” Letha has already jogged around the car to
open my star’s door. Fox offers help with mine and I round
the car to receive my girl’ warm hand in mine. They know I
need to breathe so they stay outside as I lead my baby up to
our apartment.
“Those men are scary” I knew she was not totally free. She
only speaks now when we step inside the elevator.
“They are not as scary as what I am about to do to you” I
train my eyes down on her as I pull her close to my erection.
My back is pressed on the cool metallic wall of the elevator
and I have her pressed on my front facing me even though
her eyes are now suddenly down. I have both her butt cheeks
in my palms squeezing and feeling on her as we head up.
“Do you feel that?” I push my hard on, on her stomach. She
swallows, still looking down. I can’t help but chuckle at how
nervous I make her when I want. I’m mentally preparing her.
Sex is not about physical and emotional connection only.
One needs to be prepared mentally for it too. Especially
dealing with a virgin and holding an AK47 gun like mine.
To her luck I release her when the ping announces that we
are a floor away from our destination.
The place is damn swept. I haven’t even made face of one
person since we stepped out of the vehicle.
PUSO
After we have taken seat I wait for the young man to give us
space before I signal for Mothae to come closer to the table.
“My prince” he inquire, standing a feet away from us.
“How many people do you have in here?” I question.
“It’s just me, my best waiter and chef”
“I’m releasing all off you off duty. You’ll have your restaurant
in one peace tomorrow. The rest of tonight I would like to
dine alone without interruptions” I ask, more like tell
because I have to. Though I still need to be polite about it.
“Your wish is my command my prince. We’ll leave the keys
at the door. Please kindly leave them to the entrance guard
when you’re done my prince” I bow in appreciation and
releasing him.
It doesn’t take even training minutes for the three gentlemen
to exit the restaurant. Now it’s just my peace and I and I feel
that calm peaceful sensation once again.
“Now what would you like to do” I ask, bringing her to giggle.
“Aren’t we supposed to eat?” she poses a question back at
me.
“We can. We have the entire restaurant with food to
ourselves but I would like we try something else” I have her
nervous once again as I stand off my seat and jog to hers.
She keeps light as I help her off her chair and have her in
my touch. Her slim body fits perfect in my touch. I cage her
waist with my one arm while my other hand holds on her
chin bringing her to look in my eyes.
“Lerato Khotso” I drink her in. breathing the same air as her
as I intertwine our noses together. She fails to hold my stare
but I hold her in.
“Staring down at you I see my calm ocean of peace. Can you
please be my peace?” I ask, looking deep in her beautiful
tired eyes. I’m only realising now that she has eye features
as my little brother. The lazy eyes type of people.
“I need calm in my life at this moment. And I see and feel
you as that. My lowest base, yet my strongest root. Can you
please be that for me” I beg.
“I…I don’t understand” I smile. She does but she needs it
straightforward.
“I’m asking you to be my woman Lerato Khotso. Be the
woman that brings peace in my life”
“How do I bring peace in your life?” she asks.
“By just being you. You don’t have to do anything. Just be
you and have me. That’s the peace I need”
“I guess I can be me” oh girl. She drops her eyes blushing
and I know my yes when I see it.
I bring her chin up to my face once again and have her with
lips touch. Her soft lips are as peaceful as she is. Gently I
take her in a slow sensual kiss. She taste like heaven on
earth. Her slippery tongue is quite inviting and holds the
dance impressively.
“Mhhhmm!” I groan in her mouth when my warm feelings of
her defeats to stay in control. I stop, pulling back to breathe.
Things will get messy if I don’t stop.
“Did you go to school to study being Puso Molapo’s
addiction?” she awards me a smile. I feel her warming up to
me. Her hands wrap around my waist.
“I would like you to kiss me again” oh the woman after my
heart! She doesn’t need to ask twice. I crash her in a more
fervent kiss this time around and she reciprocates it with the
same hunger.
Unintended I pick her off the floor to the table still kissing
the shit out of her. Her long legs wrap around my waist
bringing me closer to her pleasure.
“Mmmm!” fuck she moans in my mouth. Driving me straight
there. There on the edge ready to jump the boat of body on
body.
She slips her hands under my shirt and sink her fingers in
my back. That horny act unleashes it. The current wolf in
me. I feel it in the burning shivers on my skin. My backbone
strengthen up, wanting to alter up but the are no words to
release it. Fuck I must have her.
Her tiny tight fit red dress turns into a jacket as I tear into
it. The view behind the dress is exceptional. Small peaches
with nipple so big like baby pacifiers.
Fuck I abandon her mouth for her nipple. I have one in my
mouth sucking the horny life out of it while I grab the other
one feeling on it. A girl who doesn’t wait for everything to be
done by a man. I’m more aroused when I feel her soft hands
dancing on my front. She battles my belt and zipper while I
enjoy her firm soldiers.
MAPEETE
She settles on the ottoman when she hears him hum one of
his romantic playlist songs on the bed. In fact it’s one of his
favourite. The colour of love by BOYZII MEN. He is covered
his face inside the covers singing along to his iPod with
headset on.
Mapeete is patient enough to wait for him to finish his stupid
song. He is definitely happy about something.
It doesn’t take long for the jolly Puso to rise out of the bed
jamming his body and soul to the melody playing in his
heart. He is totally in his world. His peaceful world.
“MKHMMM!” the annoyed Mapeete clears her throat like the
scratching of 70’s cd in a music player. Puso turns a bit
alarmed but not startled. What he is now doesn’t allow him
to be startled by weak presence.
For a whoring man he really knows how to mask his stinking
ways.
“Mosadi waka” (My wife) gentle as ever he acknowledges his
wife. Standing shocked but he doesn’t show it. He didn’t
expect to see his wife in his brother’s room. No matter if she
was looking for him or not.
“You know Puso, if you’re going to be a whore, at least
respect me about it. How dare you sleep out to your whores?”
it’s one whore but he doesn’t even see her as whore. She is
a loading Mrs. Puso Molapo the second.
“Isn’t it too early for this?” this is what made him look the
other way. Always accused and yelled at. There is no peace
in their union anymore and he went to find himself some
peace.
“Wa feba Puso?” (Are you fucking around Puso?) he is but
his not about to confess that. Not when he still figuring a
way forward with this peace he’s found himself.
A staring contest battle is shared between the two lovers
until Mapeete huffs producing her phone. She dials intently
looking back at her husband.
“Come here boy boy!” Mapeete waves Peete between her legs.
The little man walks to stand as his mother instruct. Puso
is frowning at this act because he doesn’t understand what
she is doing and where she is going with this.
“Ko botsitse na wa feba puso?” (I asked if you’re fucking
around Puso?) From her pinafore front pocket she pulls a
knife. She is quick to choke the young man with his hand
and bring him closer to her wrath.
She has a kitchen knife pointed at Peete’s neck from behind.
Puso is rendered numb. His body, his word, everything just
fails him. He stands in utter shock staring at Mapeete.
“Take off your pants and come here?” WHAT? Internally he
exclaims but externally he is still immobile.
“PUSO I SAID TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS AND COME THE
FUCK HERE” she shouts this time around. Pushing the
sharp end at little Peete’s neck.
“PAPAAAAAA!” the little being cries in agony when he feels
something sharp penetrates his neck.
“Mapeete I have never lost it with you but I swear if you stab
my son I’m going to send you straight to hell” he promises
dropping his pants as his wife requests.
His dead ding dong drops hanging between his legs.
“Come closer!”
“Mapeete not in front of my son please!” when little Peete
screams again he does as told. He is a quiet person. The
dangerous type. Everything happening he is writing it in his
memory. One day soon enough, hell will break loose.
He choose to stand by her side instead of in front of little
Peete. As much as he wants his son not to see this, it’s
impossible. The little man will remember this images for a
while.
“I’ll test for myself if you have been fucking around on me”
she leans in length of his ding dong. First she sniffs. Like a
dog searching for a meaty bone she sniffs for a while.
Sense of smell doesn’t provide her with accurate results. She
resorts to sense of taste. Her tongue licks on his balls then
his rod. He definitely tastes like pussy.
“You fucked around on me didn’t you?” she hisses, still in
eye contact with his balls.
Puso fist her unexpected at the back of her head and she
immediately goes unconscious. He supports her by his thigh
and pick his son to his chest so he doesn’t see what’s
happening.
“Papa ho bohloko” (Daddy it’s painful) the little man has a
bit of blood coming out of his neck.
“I’m sorry my baby. Daddy is going to take mommy to a
doctor to help her get well so she doesn’t hurt you again
okay” little Peete nods with sniffs.
“I’m going to take you to ausi palesa now, when I come back
you, tlotla and I will have marshmallows okay” the little man
is in smiles. It doesn’t take much to win children over.
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MAJARA
“Now that we got serious staff out of the way, does she call
my name perfectly now?” he is back to being a boy, playful
and very much in love with his daughter.
“Unfortunately your still Tonto” they both welcome laughter.
Mkhonto reaches for something in his pocket. A unique
bracelet made of his reptile skin and a bit of fur he has. He
is still a unique kind of wolf even after cleansing. Reptile like
with less fur.
“Please give her this. Put it on her wrist and don’t let her
take it of even in a single day. I’ll feel her and protect her
wherever she is with this”
“I’ll only take this because you’ll not see her for five year.
Don’t get used to sending me around to your little girlfriend”
“Wife, father in law. Tlotla Molapo is my wife and I feel it in
my blood”
“I better get going” Mkhonto laughs, he is suddenly in hurry
because doesn’t want to admit Tlotla as a wife to Mkhonto
even though it’s the truth that he knows very well.
“I miss my heaven. How is she and my siblings” he still
doesn’t acknowledge his father.
“Your mother is fine and your siblings are also okay but your
father passed away” he feels the room freeze at the last words
he said. He fails to breathe, look at Majara in agony. It’s
evident that he loves his father so much.
“Your father is fine” he closes his eyes, let the words sink in
and slowly breathe.
“Why…would you say that?” the pain in his heart shows in
his tone.
“Why are you still mad at him?” Majara poses a question
back.
“I’m who I am because of him. I’m mad that I have this blood
because of him. Had he kept his hands clean, I would have
turned normal like my brothers. I would have not have to
miss my mother’s warmth for five years. I would have not
have to miss the five years of my pride’s life to see her grow
because of this. I would have not have to miss my brothers
and sisters so bad” the anger in his words is very much loud.
“That’s where you are wrong Dlomo. If you had turned
normal believe me you wouldn’t have Tlotla as your chosen.
If your father had kept his hands clean, you wouldn’t have
the element to withstand being my daughter’s mate. But I
need to ask you this to make you see reason,” he looks in
his eyes,
“Would you not kill to protect your mother, brothers and
sister?”
“Within a blink of an eye. No one can touch my family”
“Then why are you mad at your father? He was protecting
you. Your family. He is just like you. Would do anything for
those he loves”
“Even if it means turning his first born son into a monster?”
“Even if it means turning his first son born in to a monster.
He would rather have his family complete and love it
wholeheartedly with his monster son. He’ll even kill for that
little monster of his too” they share a smile.
“Don’t be too hard on him. Everything Dlomo is ever done is
nothing that you wouldn’t do yourself” Mkhonto nods slowly
in understanding.
“Please tell them I miss them. And him too. But mostly my
pride, my queen” the change in Majara’s face has him tickled
so well.
“Keep safe the predator, and listen out for my howl” he’ll call
him when the time comes.
“Keep safe the great gray. Protect my pride while I’m still
here” Majara resorts to shaking his head before he shape
shifts out of the mountain.
CHAPTER 27
SEEISO
MAJARA
Puso is closing down the boot of his range rover when his
brother appears by the elevator. He curses under his breath
and stands balanced by the boot.
“Ruler!” puso was teased with the name ruler growing up.
Puso translate to ruler. Majara takes tentative steps and
stands right before him.
“Abuti” (Brother) he is trying very hard to keep his cool.
“Are you okay?” Majara asks. Skipping his eyes between the
boot and his hand that is pressing so hard on the boot.
“Fine Juju. I have to be…to be at the office”
“Dressed like that?” his in a shirt that reeks Seeiso
accompanied by track pants that also looks like nothing
Puso would wear.
“I’ll change in the office apartment. I’m really late for a
meeting” Puso jogs to the driver seat and jumps in wanting
to run Majara’s demanding stare
“Puso Molapo” he puts his hands on his door “My right vein
is been throbbing and that means you were livid and wanted
to transform. What happened?” he asks, calm holding his
door open.
“I was mad. I’m mad. I just found out that one of our miners
stole our diamonds and sold it to the Chinese. I’m rushing
to the office to stop Xao from getting his hands into our
diamonds” Xao diamonds is one of the companies they are
in competition with. But this is pure lies. Majara can tell by
just looking in the core of his eyes that he is lying but the
wolf in him tells him to let him be. If Lupus is at ease with
whatever he is up to then he’ll put his trust in his beast.
“Hmmm!” Majara steps out of his way and watch him speed
off. He always fights between two beings. The human in him
tells him to follow him but the wolf in him tells him to back
down and let him be. He chooses to listen to his wolf this
time around.
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PUSO
He knocks once and test the door. To his luck it’s unlocked
and he gives himself permission.
Lerato holds the knot of her towel tight at the man walking
in her room. She had just came out of the shower and was
about to put on her sleeping wear.
“My peace” he rests on the bed, looking so drained and
lifeless.
“Molapo….what’s wrong?”
He reaches out his hand and pulls her between his legs.
“Can we please lie down? I just want to breath you” she
blinks, not knowing what to say but she can’t deny him lying
down.
“Okay, let me just….” She is pulled back as she was about
to go get dressed. She giggles falling on his lap. He holds her
delicately and undo her towel knot.
She doesn’t fight him as he picks her and lays her on the
bed. He watches her down before he smiles and kicks his
sneakers. Still very much dressed he joins her and rest his
head right on her chest. He plays with her small nipple as
she brushes on his head.
“What happened?” she asks after a moment of comfortable
silence.
“Will it be wrong if I asked you to be my second wife?” her
reaction to the question is interrupted by the flashing of
camera over the window, they both follow the light to find
multiple phones taking them pictures over the window.
“Fuck!” Puso curses.
CHAPTER 29
MAJARA
Seeiso, Puso and Lerato all stand by the car and stare back
at Majara. He looks at them confused.
“WHAT?” he shouts.
“You have no space” Puso.
“I have no space? I Majara Molapo the good man?” it’s a five
seater car. The two royal guards takes the front and three
passengers at the back.
“Juju come on. You can walk. Lupus is always happy to be
freed” Puso reasons.
“No. I want to ride a car. Wena sefeba sa lelapa you’ll walk”
(……you family whore,……) he opens the door and gets in.
Seeiso gestures for Lerato to get in. She is hesitant getting
in next to the fuming brother but she can’t stay behind. Puso
made it clear that she has to come along and stay off the
raider until the damage is solved.
Seeiso gets in right after Lerato.
“Shut the door. We don’t need that whore in here, he might
infect us with his whoring ways” Majara directs to Seeiso. He
is about to close the door as told when Puso shoves himself
in.
“Abuti Puso no maan. I don’t know where this ass have been.
For all I know you might have been twerking and you sit on
top of me?” Seeiso complains as Puso sits right on top of
him. His body doesn’t allow him to sit on top of Seeiso only.
He lays on top of Lerato and Majara. His face resting on
Majara’s lap.
“This face might have been between a woman’s legs and you
think I want to look at your whoring face? No thank you” he
opens the door and gets out.
“Fucking whore! You all better go straight home. You’ll find
me there” Thank God! They breathe.
Puso helps himself to Majara’s seat. Only after he is settled
in Fox drives.
“What did you do to him?” he looks passed Lerato at Seeiso
in question.
“What I did? You’re the whore here. You’re the one that
pissed him off”
“Mabataung needs to come back, this man is too angry” Puso
CHAPTER 30
LERATO KHOTSO
“Wena Raditapole tell me, did you give her the taste of your
potatoes?” (You Mr. Potatoes…….) Seeiso fails to hold his
laughter, he burst into a cracking laughter, accompanied by
his twin,
“I’ll kick you both out of this table” Mabereng threatens them
and that collects them “BUA PUSO!” (SPEAK UP PUSO!) She
shouts.
“Mme yes I made love to my second wife” the table gasps.
“How could you Puso? We are still mourning your father”
fuck! It only hits now!
Seeiso is suddenly choking from his own breath. He
dramatically coughs hitting on his chest. Majara reads right
behind his whoring skin.
“You fucked up too didn’t you?” he asks glaring at Seeiso.
For once all the attention leaves Puso to question Seeiso.
“SEEISO!!” Mabereng. She is the grandmother of this house.
This children are testing her.
“Eish! Nkgono I forgot. We haven’t had people departing in
this house in a while” (…..grandma……) Seeiso speaks for
himself.
“And that excuses you two spitting on my husband’s grave?”
Mamajara joins in on the angry bird’s breed of elders.
“I’m sorry mommy” Puso ashamedly apologise. Seeiso
resorts to staring down in shame.
The table sighs in disappointment.
“I’ll cleanse them. Bring your potato partner too this
afternoon and one goat each of you” Ntate Moletsane.
“And you’re both buying those goats yourself. No one is
getting a goat from my kraal” Ntate Tlali.
“HAAAA!” they both exclaim in shock.
“This afternoon” Moletsane remind pushing his chair to
stand. He rounds the table to have Lerato’s hand. He wants
to read her spirit.
“Ausi Lerato, if I may please have your hand?” she looks at
Puso first. Only after he agrees with a head nod she gives
her hand to Moletsane. He squeezes her hand staring right
in the core of her eyes. She is pleasant and she is indeed to
bring peace in Puso’s life.
“Welcome to the family his peace” he plants a pleasant peck
to her hand and let her be.
“Eeeh Maa can she stay here until the scandal dies down?”
Puso take attention of the room staring at his mother. The
scandal is already taken care off by Majara but he doesn’t
know because he is been off social media from yesterday.
“I don’t see a problem with that” Mamajara.
“Mapeete will not like this at all” Mabereng.
“I’ll talk to her” Puso jumps in. The house at large knows
Mapeete but they choose to let Puso handle his affairs. Ntate
Tlali is the first to leave as always.
“Okay Baletsane, Moletsane and I have to go and soak
moretele hotlo hlapisa difebe tsa lelapa” (…..to wash the
whores of the family) he announces on his feet.
“MORETELE!!” both Puso and Seeiso joins on their feet in
fear. (Moretele is wild plant mostly found in Lesotho. The
herb in not nice to skin. It leaves the skin inching and sore
in irritation)
“Yes. And I’m going to make it so strong. You’re both not to
leave the premises until you’re cleansed. You’ll send your big
brother to run your errands today” Moletsane adds his two
cent following his friend.
“Why am I added in family potatoes’ problems” Majara asks
behind him.
“You are the carrier, you carry their problems” he glares at
the two culprits.
“I’m not buying goats!!” Lupus will just eat the bloody goats
if they send him to buy goats.
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KHWEZI
“What are you doing Say?” she questions past her giggles.
“Redeeming myself. I can’t be a flop in everything. Maybe my
mouth might do you good”
“What…...say…babe” she stutters when he fixes position
between her legs
“Relax my baby” he says.
“Siso we shouldn’t….we are not supposed to…oh lord!” he is
laying on his stomach kissing on her thighs, the lazy feather
like kisses exaggerates to her inner thighs. She fails to word
properly as she welcomes a burning sensation that heats
right on her clit. She is in just in his basketball vest which
looks like a night dress on her.
“I’m just going to give you the pleasure you deserve my love,
relax” he is blowing air like he is soothing a wound right on
her sex.
“But….bu…baby” she is getting softer with every touch.
“Keya fodisa hle mme a pusang. Relax and let me eat you
up” (I’m healing you my baby………) he sniffs her, pecking
her covered sex with his lips “You smell divine Mamolapo.
You smell like my wife” oh this guy! He is going to drive her
crazy. He is just breathing her but his moans accompanies
his breathes which has her wanting to touch on his head
and pushing him in.
“I’m your wife Molapo, do me as you please” one thing about
sexual pleasure is that it’s confident. It will have you saying
things you don’t mean.
Seeiso puts his thumb right on her enlarged clit…it’s
throbbing beneath the lace material. He wets his lips with
his tongue as he tears her underwear into a belt. He tears it
right at the crotch knitting.
“Babeee!!” she moans, arching her back as he opens her
folds with both his index fingers and blow soothing air down
her wet cunt.
“Babe please!!” she doesn’t know what she is begging. Her
hands are have betrayed her. They are pushing his head
right on that nicely aching part but he is too strong headed.
He teases her clit with his tongue, not licking or sucking but
just touching the top part of her clit with his tongue gently
teasing. As much as she is pushing his head he doesn’t allow
his face to fall in.
“Oh lord! Say…babe something is coming” he sees is come
right through her tight hole. He lean right on her cunt when
he feels her clit throb with much need. This time he doesn’t
blow air but draws it back from her cunt. Khwezi fails to hold
herself. A little creamer she is. She cums right on his face
calling her parent’s names.
“Yoh mama wee!
Vuuu….Booo…..vulamasango….mama….boitumelo
……mamaaa!” Seeiso is laughing drinking all her juices with
his mouth. Who calls their parent’s names when they cum?
“Haaaaaaah!” she exhales content, coming back from her
cloud nine. He crawls up to her face. Failing to hold his grin.
He pecks her lips.
“Hmmm! MaDlomo, why would you call your parent’s name
when you release?” Shyness visits her, she hides her face
with her hands but he removes them,
“Your father would explode if he heard this. But hee, you
taste damn fine my baby” she doesn’t know how to take
sexual compliments. Do you say thank you? Or what?
“I need a cold shower. Stop being shy, you’ll get another
pleasure in the morning” she holds her lips blushing but her
blush is suddenly replaced with guilt when he rises with a
tent erected right on his front. He can’t even walk properly.
He tortoise walks to the bathroom holding his pyjama pants
not to touch his aching dick. This drowns Khwezi in guilt.
She sits up straight closing her legs and allow guilt to
consume her.
“Babe, Mamolapo! Here” he peeks outside the bathroom door
throwing her a warm towel.
“Please wipe yourself. I’m sorry I can’t make it back there”
he doesn’t say it to make her feel guilty, he honestly cannot
walk back there because of the pain his feeling. He needed
to give his girl pleasure after how he failed her.
“Mamopalo!!” he calls again when she looks lost in thoughts.
She snaps out of it and smiles.
“Are you okay?” she nods
“I’m coming back, you’re going to tell me what’s eating you”
he disappears to the shower, step right under cold water. It
seems his cold shower days are prolonged.
Mid his cold shower he hears words in his head ‘It’s going
down tomorrow. Shadow needs to feed before night fall’ the
word are meant for that something in him he is still trying
to figure out. He needs to have a word with his big brother
for clarification.
CHAPTER 32
They laid next to their woman last night. They are both sure.
They should both wake in gentle warm embraces circled by
their women but it seem the universe had other plans. They
both wake groaning in pain. Naked and exposed to the
atmosphere. No warmness what’s so ever as the air bites
sharp to their bare skin.
Confusion, bewilderment and shock are evident in their
eyes. All this emotions take turn with them as they silently
share looks. It’s complete havoc that hovers their mind as
they study their surroundings.
“Where are we?” Seeiso manage to voice out questioning at
his brother Puso who is just as numb as he is. Puso shrug
his shoulders still studying the environment.
“Are you in my dream or am I in your dream?” Seeiso yet
again questions. Stupid he can be.
“Why are you dreaming of me naked?” Puso wants so much
to tell him to shut his pipe up but he is trying to figure out
where they are. That’s the most important content at the
moment.
“You know Softy, you could have came to me in reality, not
in a dream. Maybe you’re trying to tell me that you prefer
your bread buttered both side. I understand abuti waka.
Don’t be ashamed of being gay. I understand and you have
told me. Now wake up so we go back home. But next time
please don’t dream of me naked. It makes the
whole……..aaaaaa! mamaaa!” (……my brother…..) whatever
nonsense he was saying is saved by the spirit floating right
around them.
He screams crawling to Puso. He forces his very naked body
right between Puso’s legs as he sits butt flat crouched on
eroded basalt stone surface.
“Such pussy and you sitting on top of my dick. My gay dick
might just push right in your ass”
“NOOOO!” that gets him on his feet, staring down at Puso in
fear.
“Please don’t rape me. I beg you. This is a dream. Just wake
up before you rape me. I’m carrying a virgin ass here and I
would like my star to be the one who breaks it”
“GET YOUR TALL ASS DOWN SAY AND STOP BEING A KID”
Puso hisses. Whatever is happening he is sure that keeping
low on the ground is their safest option.
“Yes I’m a kid. My mother’s last born. I’m going to tell mama
you took me with to your wild dreams” he sits next to his
brother, shivering in cold and fear of whatever is going on.
His eyes are scattering around, full on detective mode.
“I’m gonna crawl right on that edge and check” the only thing
they are aware of is that they are high. Where ever they are
is in higher altitude. The air is at its meanest form even
though the sun seems to be rising. The hissing of the air is
more than just cold morning air. It’s cold air from above.
They do say ‘The higher you go, the cooler it becomes’
He said he is going to crawl but he doesn’t. He is slithering
right on the stoned surface like a soldier at war. The person
who was told to stay behind joins him in slithering. He is not
about to stay behind when he doesn’t know where they are
and there is some sort of spirit floating around them.
“My dick is going to bruise” Seeiso complains in a whisper
right next to his brother.
“Lerete la hao nkabe lele safe had you listened to me and
stayed right where I told you to stay” (Your cock would have
been safe…………)
“And let whatever that thing floating eat me alone? No thank
you” he is whispering.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Why should I not whisper? I don’t want to piss your dream,
it’s scary as it is that I’m in your dream” Puso gives up on
him. He shakes his head continuing to slither down the
harsh surface. Careful not to bruise their bodies and attract
attention.
They make it to their intended edge destination where they
both gasp looking down in shock.
Both him and Puso don’t want to turn to look at what stands
behind them.
“Shadow, you’ll go first. You seem to have a big mouth” the
tone behind them is way too creepy. They both turn only to
meet a dark soul floating with no feet above them. Seeiso is
pushed down the mountain before he can as much breathe.
“Noo that’s my brother!” Puso screams about to attack but
he also receive a push that comes from a force that he
wouldn’t withstand.
“Hugo follow your stupid brother” down the mountain he
falls. The fall down the mountain is slower than the force
that pushed him. It’s more like it activates the wolf in him.
He feels his range burn him. His veins and bones transform
to that of the wild animal he harbours.
The howl of the wolf in him leave his throat deep from his
guts. Right next to Seeiso he lands. Head bowed down and
ready to transform as his brother. The rush in both their
blood has woken the beast in them.
They sit kneeled bowing heads awaiting orders. Something
in them has brought them to this emotion. They cannot go
back to what they were on top of the mountain. Right now
they are a pack awaiting their Alpha.
The voice said I’m the light. How do I light up my way back
to soulmate?
My heart. I can connect to my husband in ways beyond
reason if I listen attentively. The scent. That was his scent.
The scent that is pleasant to my nose and I know so well. If
I could follow his scent, I would find my way back to him.
“Where do you think you are going” my soul welcomes
coldness at the now creepy voice. I don’t know what it means
that I’m going somewhere. For all I know I feel trapped.
“A little fighter aren’t you?”
“Here, take my hand I’ll lead you to light” I feel my soul shift.
About to reach out but the earlier voice of the old woman
finds me again ‘Follow nothing but his touch. Follow nothing
but his voice’ this is not my Lupus’ touch. This is not my
husband’s voice.
“Don’t go back, come” the creepy voice now comes desperate.
“My person” now that’s the voice I’m aching for. It comes a
bit far and as murmur but I turn my breathing senses into
the direction of his warm scent.
“I’m going to kill them all” his touch I feel. His touching my
soul.
“I’m coming to get you my baby, just hold on a bit”
CHAPTER 33
MAJARA
Down the stairs they arrive at the centre of the living room
that Joy worked on to create a sphere medium that will
transport them to the other world.
Two white green eyed wolf with a reptile kind of wolf stand
head bowed down the dark sphere circulate a storm of
darkness in the centre. Majara knows that it’s time to leave
Majara and take Alpha form. His pack is ready.
He shoots his head up in the air allowing a deep howl to
leave his throat. That’s how he voluntarily calls his beast
when his person is not around to unleash it.
In a minute he stands a red eyed white alpha wolf. He swings
his tail up and hits it hard on the ground. Thunder claps
hard outside as he opens a pass door to Oves.
As the leader he jumps first down the dark sphere. The
predator takes the second pass. Then Hugo for the third
pass. Shadow the forth and lastly Joy the spirit vampire at
the end.
*****
In another world they arrive. Right in the heart of Oves. The
land where only wolves bloodline make a home. There is no
human being on this side of the world. A world of Wolves
only it is. And those that are not meant for this world are
sniffed from a mile.
Joy made sure that they fall right at the place where
Mabataung’s soul is captured. It is no other den than the
council’s den of wolves.
The closer they are here, Lupus can feel where his tamer’s
heart beats. He sniffs her soul from afar. But not that far.
He is ready to give his life to have the woman who gave him
a reason to live back with his pups. She belongs by Tlotla
his Pride and Lerotholi his miracle.
Every wolf make a pass for them as they follow their Alpha.
It’s attention drawing and inviting the council’s anticipation
right to them.
They are within the council quarters. Of course they were
going to see them but they would have liked to free the soul
they came here for before attending them and seeing if this
day leads to a battle or a mutual understanding.
“LUPUS!” behind them comes the voice of RANDOLPH the
wolf. He is the protector of the wolf bloodline. One of the
dominant voices in Council of Wolves, The Rafe.
Randolph and Lupus go way back. Before Lupus was sent
on a quest to Earth, they were once an inseparable pair. Cut
from the same cloth if it’s befitting. They were mostly famous
for their charm in all the female quarters of Oves. Friends is
what they used to be until life happened.
Though it seems time has dealt with Randolph the wolf. His
of the Rufus red wolves family. One of the most beautiful
breed of wolves but one can hardly tell today. He is a grey
furred wolf but today his fur colour is slowly fading to yellow.
It may be age but he is not that old to have given to time
erosion. It has to be due to the lack of life in this place. Oves
has corroded with time. Every tree that once made this forest
home of wolves looks nothing but just poles standing tall
with no branches. Even the forest it’s self lacks life.
The two former friends share a look. A painful one. Lupus
knows him very well. From the life before and he can attest
that his friend is fading. Whatever happened to him? he
wonders.
He comes harmless. With no howl or fight spirit.
“We have been waiting for you” he communicates eyes to eye
staring in Lupus’s eyes. His tone lacks life and friendliness
as well.
“The council is waiting for you, this way” he adds, calm as
he can be. Randolph bows to show respect before he leads
the way. Wolf instinct is one strong character they share.
Through instinct they can always read intention. At this
moment he can tell that Randolph’s intentions are pure.
Hence why he follows him with his pack without a doubt.
“What happened to this place?” they may have came here for
war but it looks like there will be no fight today, not even
tomorrow. There is no real dominant wolves he can fight.
Even his new breed of pack he was so worried of would have
a field day with the wolves he sees walking around. Every
wolf they pass stop to stare, envy is written in the corners of
their wolf eyes. How they miss walking this tall and so bold
in character and instinct.
“You left and never came back” Randolph’s answer invites a
frown on Lupus’ face. His departure has nothing to do with
Oves dying. He thinks.
The council den house used to be the heart of Oves. So
beautiful and capturing to the forest but not anymore. It now
looks like nothing but poles circling The Rafe’s sacred place.
Inside the Council den they are welcomed by BEOWULF –
an Intelligent wolf and GUNNOLF – the Fighting wolf. They
are the last remaining elders in the quarters. Too ancient
and might just cough and hand in their death certificates if
they do have those in Oves.
Lupus still knows how important it is to respect the elders
of the quarters. He waves his tail up signalling for his pack
to stop walking. A safe feet away they have to keep from the
elders.
When he bows in respect his pack follows his action. He
seeks attention to be addressed.
“Canis Lupus, our last gray wolf of Oves. King in Oves” the
last words has him raising his head to look in Beowulf the
wolf. He must have made a mistake.
“We have been waiting for you, for decades” he adds, howling
out loud inviting every wolf of Oves to come witness the
return of their king.
Slowly but surely every wolf avails themselves. One by one
they gather. Gather circling Lupus and his pack. In a howl
they all bow down to their king when they have all gathered
in the council’s den. All their tails turn up right pointing
right at him. The king in Oves they have been waiting for.
“To you we bow, Lupus the great gray. The last dominant
Alpha to bring life to Oves” Gunnolf speaks after a moment
of silence.
“This has to be a mistake Gunnolf” Lupus.
“It’s not. We made a mistake casting you out of Oves. Your
absence in this quarters killed all the dominant Alphas. It
was said to bring you home, only then Oves will go back to
what it’s used to be. One by one we are dying. The great
AMARUQ wolf shield (An ancestor of Wolves) has turned his
back on us. He wants your bloodline leading the pack. These
pack in Oves” Beowulf explains.
“I can’t. I have responsibilities on Earth. I have made a life
for myself. I have a pack of my own there as you can see”
“But we need your blood to bow to in here. We need your
blood to lead the pack or else we are all about to become
history” Gunnolf.
“That’s not my problem” Lupus.
“It is. We don’t have your white witch. The great protectors
AMARUQ have her. He needed to bring you home to your
responsibility of leading the pack and the only way to bring
you back in Oves was through her”
“Take me to him” Lupus. He needs to hear this from Amaruq
himself.
In the sacred shine caves of wolves is where they used to
bow and talk to their high power which happens to be
Amaruq the shield wolf.
Beowulf and Gunnolf both lead him to the cave he request.
Though he leaves his pack behind. It’s the three of them that
enters a cave right inside the Council’s den.
Everything might have been dealt with in Oves by time
erosion but the sacred shrine cave of wolves is still what it
used to be – calm and peaceful to enter. That sense of
belonging hits him. This is his root home. As much as he
might have made home in Earth through Prince Majara
Molapo the carrier of Lupus. This is Lupus home. This is
where his bloodline lays. Where his mother and father
birthed him.
MABATAUNG
She breathed. More like gasp for air. In and out she chased
for air. She felt weak and out of air to breathe. Her mind was
disoriented and she couldn’t remember where she’d been or
what was happening.
She continued her laboured breathing scanning her
surroundings until her eyes landed on Tshepo who looked
alarmed and shaken a bit staring down at her. She took a
sigh of relief when she made a familiar face. A weak smile
she offered to a noble man who somehow looked spooked.
“Wa….war…ter” her throat felt foreign to speaking. She was
shivering. In fear. Her soul felt like it was somewhere it
wasn’t supposed to be. She tried to word passed her clogged
throat.
“Hmmm!” Tshepo was totally lost. He didn’t understand
what she was trying to say.
“Water…I’m thirsty” she finally managed. Gaining her
speaking ability back.
Tshepo quickly ran for the jar just a pedestal away and filled
a glass. He handed it to her in urgency helping her up.
Gentle sips she took to quench her fears with water. Only
after she took water in she inhaled deeply.
“Thank you” she finally spoke normal. Passing the glass
back to Tshepo.
“Where am I?” she asked. Her memory was still lost at the
events of where she had been.
“House of wolves. And I have to take you far away as soon
as now” he was tasked with escaping with her as soon as she
gained consciousness. What happened in the other world he
didn’t know? All he knew was to do as Majara had asked of
him.
“Okay, where is he?” she doesn’t have to say a name. He
knows exactly who she asks of.
“He went to fight for you with his kind. I don’t know much of
the details. All I know is what he asked of me, which is to
take you as far away from here as possible” Majara was
afraid that some of the wolves might use the medium they
came through to get to his wife and actually kill her hence
why he asked Tshepo to run with her. He knew that he’d just
sniff her scent or listen to her mind to find them when he
was done fighting for her.
Mabataung has grown thicker skin. She has grown much
needed trust in Lupus. Tshepo didn’t need much convincing
to make her see reason.
She helped her aching body which felt like it had been in
quite the longest sleep down the bed. Tshepo had her in his
arms as soon as he saw that she was struggling a bit to
stand.
Outside the creepy mansion of wolves they made it. At the
back seat he strapped her in and jumped to drive out of the
house of wolves.
The house is located far far deep in the heart of the Kingdom
of Lesotho. Both they have never used man’s transport to
this place. They don’t know the path. Tshepo was shape
shifted to this place my Majara. Same as Mabataung. The
vehicle Majara had purposely brought it here knowing that
Tshepo might need it for an escape of his wife.
KHWEZI
The kitchen door opens in our mid dinner. From the lounge
where we sit we can see through the kitchen.
For a minute I think my eyes are deceiving me. Mabataung
walks in wearing a coat that definitely doesn’t belong to her.
She looks awful. Like a hobo.
“Mama Tlotla!” I exclaim, on my feet heading to her. I throw
my arms around her and she receives me. Though I can’t
help but pick that she is awkward. She doesn’t embrace me
as much as I do her.
“What happened to you? Where have you been? Are you
okay?” I hit her with all this questions forgetting my
manners.
“I’ll be fine once I see my husband and babies Khwezi” she
doesn’t look good at all. I’m all over her hugging her once
again. I see abuti Tshepo outside talking to Fox who looks
like he had been standing out with two more guards.
“Where are my babies?” she asks in a whisper. I free her off
my embrace.
“I’m sorry, come with me”
“They are here?” she asks standing rooted. I nod.
“Can I have a shower before I touch them?”
“Yeah sure”
“Which room? And can I please use your toiletry bag” why
does she look so uncomfortable?
“Sure, come with me” she doesn’t notice Lerato. I’ll introduce
them when she has taken a bath as she wants.
CHAPTER 36
Finally the door opens. She swallows when her eyes meets
her tall husband’s penetrative stare. By the door he stands
staring at his wife. She is still the 330ml can he fell in love
with years ago. He opens his arms and she scurries right in
his embrace. She missed this touch so bad.
“Oh Papa Peete I’m so sorry” she goes first enjoying his
touch. She missed this arms.
“I’m sorry too Mama Peete” she breaks apart. They do say
the throne can blind a person. She doesn’t believe she was
so bad to a point of harming her own son.
“Do you think he’ll remember” he knows exactly what she is
talking about. He was astonished himself of how she harmed
little Peete without a flinch. That’s when he decided that this
woman needs a time out.
“He is still young. He will forget all the bad images we gave
him. What we have to do is be perfect for him going forward.
He deserves that don’t you think?”
“He deserve the best version of his mother and you deserve
the best wife as well. I’m really sorry for everything I did to
you Moletsane. I love you without the throne and I know
you’re doing a fantastic job at the company” he smiles,
setting her off his warm hug.
He leans down to peck her lips. A blush he hasn’t seen in a
while sweeps her face. When their eyes finally lock, face to
face, Mapeete frowns not able to maintain Puso’s look. There
is something behind his eyes she cannot explain.
“What’s wrong?” he asks when he notices the change on her
facial expression,
“I should ask you that, what’s wrong?” she poses the
questions back. He shrugs lost.
“You have changed. There is something in your eyes.
Something a bit scary though I can’t explain it” well he is full
werewolf now, but now it’s not the time to explain.
“Let’s get you home. I have to pamper you before we go back
home” he is dismissing her. She doesn’t fight because she
wants to see herself out of this place.
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He booked the both of them at Lesotho hotel for a night. They
need to talk.
Firstly he organised her a dress while she took a much
needed shower at the hotel. When she was done he took her
to the salon to do her hair. Then held her shopping bags
while she shopped from one expensive store to another with
him right by her side. They made it to another expensive
restaurant for lunch.
Exhausted is what they are as they both lay facing up the
ceiling in their expensive villa.
Mapeete’s hand hasn’t left her husband’s. They are
intertwined in hand as they rest looking up.
Puso picks her chin. Helping his face down to her sweet
tender lips. It’s like he is kissing her for the first time once
again. The butterflies that settle down in the base of their
stomachs confirms that love still radiates between them.
He feels her deepen the kiss and that’s his alarm to break it
off. He needs to be totally honest with her too before they
dive in sexual healing.
“I miss you” she murmurs when he frees his lips off hers and
just stare in her eyes with nothing but pure love.
“Your beautiful” he brushes her cheeks, making her blush
more.
“Thank you Papa Peete but you feel different” she say, feeling
him much stronger as she lies on his chest. He is been a well
build guy but today he feels like steel strong. Too strong if
she is not being paranoid.
“You just missed me” he dismisses her again.
“I did. I still miss you in every possible way” she shits upper,
claiming his lips again and he doesn’t fight her. He holds her
closer to his touch. Caging her with his arm wrapped on her
waist.
“I think we should try for a second baby” she confesses
through the erotic kiss. He coughs, breaking their delicious
contact to look at her.
“Why?” he asks.
“We have been through so much Papa Peete, a second soul
to celebrate the storm we weathered wouldn’t hurt” he is not
comfortable with this. Yes he wants to have more babies with
her but now is not the time to bring another baby into their
marriage. It may be sailing smooth today, but with Mapeete
you never know. Tomorrow there might be stones thrown,
especially with the third person coming into the picture.
“Have you stopped taking your shot?” he asks, glaring at her
hoping she say no.
She shakes her head “No, but I will go see my gynaecologist
as soon as we get back home” Thank God he inwardly
exclaims.
KHWEZI
“So Siso and I have started doing the deeds” I start, shy with
the information and not looking in her eyes.
“The deeds?” she investigates. Gosh she is going to make this
entire conversation more awkward. Doesn’t she know what
the deeds is?
I resort to sliding my thumb between my index finger and
middle finger. She burst into pieces of laughter. I was taught
that by Sakhe. I never knew what it meant until he told me.
That one is going to give my parents headache.
“You two are having sex now?” she asks after containing her
laughter. I nod.
“So what’s the matter?” she asks.
“It’s not nice” she raises an eyebrow for me to explain.
“We did it once and it was very painful. Extremely painful.
Now he won’t try again. He keeps sucking me and having
cold showers. I’m scared he’ll look elsewhere and someone
will give him the pleasure I don’t give him”
She smiles “He wouldn’t” I’m not so confident.
“Why do you think so?” I ask.
“I don’t think so, I know so” I intently look at her to explain.
“Firstly, Say adore you. Believe me he’ll not hurt you like
that. Unlike me he knows what he has and will do all in his
power to not bring you pain” I don’t know how she got in the
middle of her advising me but I don’t ask.
“Secondly, Khwezi you were a virgin. It was bound to hurt.
Especially with a Molapo man as your first. The male species
of this house are gifted. Hugely gifted. Don’t be hard on
yourself but then again don’t relax. Get him to lay you”
“How do I do that? He doesn’t want to touch me again after
I cried of him hurting me” I say.
“Give him a head. Play with him. Wear your little numbers
and take him as you please. As for the pain you going to have
to take it baby. It will get easier if you keep at it for a while”
I think sex is another stress we bring to ourselves. SIGH!
“How big is he?” now she is being naughty, there is a
naughty smile on her face.
“Ruler tall but thicker than the ruler” I whisper looking
behind us,
She throws her hand in the air and say “That’s nothing”
“Nothing?” I gasp,
“I don’t want to traumatise you” bathong this woman! “Let
me go get my phone to call Charmaine. She’ll bring you a
wardrobe of lingerie to choose from” I wardrobe of what?
Papa Tlotla appears before I could stop her.
“My person” he opens his arm, receiving her and helping her
like a child to his back. They are cute to watch. Mabataung’s
giggles engulfs the entire lounge as she is spanked on her
ass from behind.
“Bad girl you are. I told you not leave the bedroom” he teases
her playful hitting on her behind.
“My apologies Molapo waka…..”
“PAPA!!!” (Daddy!!!) Tlotla shows up behind them just as they
are about to take the stairs,
“Nka tlotla papa. Manaung kowa” (Take Tlotla daddy,
Mabataung move) she raises her hands fighting for her spot
“Ti papa yaka ena manaung” (This is my dad mabataung)
she is terrible with names. How Mabataung turned to
Manaung only she can say something so weird.
“Ti papa yaka ee” (This is my dad) she waves her hand at her
mother who is now down on her feet. She is the one being
carried by her father.
“I wish Mkhonto could come take you as in now, this is my
husband” Mabatuang complains.
“Tonto” this child. She is giggling hiding her face at the
mention of my little brother. Another soul I miss so bad. I
cannot wait to witness their love.
MAPEETE
MAJARA
When you say you love a woman, you love her with
everything she comes with. Good or bad. Anything the
woman your heart beats for comes with it’s yours to bare.
Heavy or light, you be your woman’s love as you had
promised. Through all the phases of life.
“Mabataung!” she is dead in sleep. He doesn’t want to leave
without seeing her eyes. It’s a crime to his heart.
“My person!” he lands sweet kisses all over her face.
“Tsoha hlee mme keo hopotse” (Wake up mommy, I miss
you)
Mabataung is groaning. Lazily opening her eyes to her
handsome wolf husband.
“Papa Tlotla what is it so early in the morning” she
complains. Her complains are shut with a kiss the wakes her
instantly. She wraps her hands around her husband’s neck
reciprocating the kiss with the same effort.
“Mmmmh! Mama!” he withdraws, hating himself. There is
nothing he would rather do than dine between his wife’s legs.
Even after she gave another man a taste of is heaven he still
worships his wife.
“Puso and Seeiso are waiting on me” he explains, squeezing
his erection that is threatening to rip his pants off.
“Where are you all going so early in the morning?” it’s yet
another day, and her husband is all smelling good and going
somewhere. She knows that he’ll never cheat on her but
because she cheated she is a bit insecure.
The fact that he once left her for two days after he found out
that she cheated also piles up on her insecurities. He never
told her where he had been and she never asked.
“When we come back. I’ll sit all the family down and explain.
I just need to be sure first”
She breathes. She hates being in the dark.
“I’ll be back by lunch I promise. In the main time, please talk
to your aunt. You have to leave on Friday so you can go
prepare your home for the delegation. She called me last
night and said she is waiting for you” she rolls her eyes.
Discovering that she at least have an aunt didn’t fill the void
in her heart. She would have preferred her real birth mother
to have a heart to heart conversation with her. But they are
all dead. Only aunt Jabu she doesn’t like much.
“Okay, I’ll call her”
“Please. I need to get this traditional wedding out of the way
as soon as next week”
“I will Molapo. Can you leave now?” he laughs, he knows she
hates going back to her past.
“I love you mabataung waka” he plants a long lingering kiss
on her forehead before he stands of the bed.
“Mommy loves you too” she blows him a kiss and he catches
it before he shuts the door out.
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They didn’t even wait for breakfast. Majara is behind the
wheel with the company of Puso next to him and Seeiso at
the back. He had to take the back seat because he was too
lovey and huggy. He hugged them both and kissed their
cheeks when he made it to them waiting on him outside the
house. That was an open invitation for him to take the back
seat.
“And Aaaaaiiii aaaah will always love youuuuu” Oh Jesus!
Why the hell is he so happy? He is even singing the late
‘Whitney I will always love you’ from the backseat.
“Say you’re going to bore me. Keep your tent church voice to
yourself, asmblief” Majara cannot take more of his
happiness.
“Celine dion was a legend sana! Why did she stop singing?”
at least he stopped singing but he can’t be serious.
“I think you want to say Whitney Houston” Puso corrects
him.
“The dead chick? You don’t know your music Softy” they
don’t bother. He is a hip hop person more.
“So Juju vele you’re not going to tell us where you are taking
us?” his face appears between the front seats with no full
stop. Majara wishes he took a masking tape to shut him up
“We are going to Leribe” he say
“Leribe??” they both question him at the same time.
“Leribe Hlotse to be precise. You’ll both see when we get
there”
“Yoh! You better not ruin my glow. I’m glowing neah” Seeiso.
Puso turn to him with a silly grin on his face and ask –
“You got some you little fucker, didn’t you?”
“Eish…I got it so sweet, so tight, so…….” They both fist
bump on his happiness, much to Majara’s irritation.
“Can you not share the details? Khwezi is a baby for crying
out loud. You should be waiting for her to turn at least
twenty one” he will always see her as a baby, regardless of
how grown she is.
“Did it finally fit?” Puso. The two ignore him. He can be such
a bore when he likes.
“I tore that pussy apart. My baby will miss school today. I
would have liked to open it some more today but Lupus
decided to be Lupus today” Seeiso.
“What was the problem?” Puso has turned on his seat to
converse with his brother at the back.
“She said I’m too big, can you believe her?”
“Let me see, I’ll tell you if you’re really big” Puso. Majara
thinks it’s a joke until he hears the sound of a zipper
dropping. He hits the brakes putting the vehicle to an
immediate halt.
“Jeezzz!” Puso.
“Are you trying to kill me while I’m glowing” Seeiso. Both they
complain.
“You both better stop this shit you’re doing in my car. No
one is showing anyone his dick in my car”
“Okay, let’s go out Say, I want to see” the car is already at a
halt in the middle of nowhere. Puso can also be Puso. Stupid
like Seeiso.
Majara sinks to his wheel when the two get out of the car
and stand at the back. The stupid giggles confirms that
Seeiso is really showing Puso his dick.
“It’s not that bad boy, but when you do it again, put the
tip……” Puso advises when they jump back into the car but
the rest of his words don’t see a day.
“HAIII MAAAN!” Majara roars.
“Mxm! Wa bora wena juju, let’s go” (….Your boring……)
Seeiso dismisses him. Puso is laughing at his pissed face as
he drives off.
“How is Mapeete taking Lavo’s arrival?” Majara would rather
they talk about that.
“Yoh! That one is a walking flame. She is mad but I’m hoping
she calms down with time” Puso……
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The house is nice. A comfortable four roomed house situated
right in the middle of the small village. Still the two don’t
know what they are doing here. They are just following the
grumpy Majara who literally forced them to come with.
They are known. Princes of the kingdom of Lesotho. People
stop to stare at them making way to MaPabatso’s house.
They whisper at each other wondering what they might be
doing in that yard.
MaPabatso appears from her small garden behind the house
with a little girl tailing her with a song. She stops to blink at
the presence of royal men in her yard.
She bows in shock. Not knowing what to say.
“Mme Mapabatso” Majara acknowledges helping her up.
“We are your visitors today mme, there is no need to bow”
Mapabatso is still shocked but she does as the eldest prince
ask. She looks at them in utter bewilderment.
Seeiso is immersed on his phone texting with his girl when
he feels something touch on his leg. Or rather someone. It’s
the little girl that was singing behind the woman. He loves
children. He shoves his phone in his pants and squat to the
little girl.
“Dumelang” little being greets him with a smile before he can
greet.
“Dumela ausi-nyana” he kisses her tiny cheeks.
“Ke mang bitso la hao?” (What is your name?) the little girl
ask him.
“Ke nna Seeiso Molapo. Wena o mang ausi a motle?” (I’m
seeiso Molapo, what’s your name little cutie) he is holding
her soft hands in his.
“Ke nna Bohlokoa” (I’m Bohlokoa) she puts her hand on her
chest.
“Bohlokoa mang?” (Bohlokoa who?) he asks
“I don’t know. Can you please be my friend?” he melts. He
love these sweet God’s angels.
“I would like to be your best…best…best…friend” he kisses
her cheeks making her laugh between all the ‘best’
Puso’s eyes are leaving his socket. How he is not seeing this
he doesn’t know. The child is a spitting image of MaBereng.
He pulls Majara aside.
“Don’t tell me you have a daughter we didn’t know of? You’re
going to break Mabataung” he hisses at his brother but voice
kept way down low.
“That’s not my child. That’s Seeiso’s child with Pabatso,
Khwezi’s roommate” Puso’s jaws drop “But he doesn’t know
it yet” he adds as they watch the two converse and laugh like
friends.
“Abuti Majara” Puso whispers out of words.
MAPEETE
“Tell me. How did you two meet?” I’m killing time to get to
my house faster. It’s not much of a distance. The Molapos
like keeping it close to each other.
“Eeehh! Eish” a bit shy now, are we?
“Don’t be shy” she chortles, looking the other way.
“We met through Khwezi” that fucking zulu girl. She
probably pushed this whore to my man because she doesn’t
like me much. I need to find a way to turn the family against
her. Tlotla would never harm her because she is a sister to
her monster boyfriend.
“Actually we didn’t meet through Khwezi. What I meant to
say is that I met him when he came to see Khwezi” I need to
control my facial expressions. She is changing her statement
because she probably picked on my face.
“We are here” I kill the engine before my house. I’m glad we
got here before she could dive into finer details of how she
fucked my husband.
“Tlotla…tlotla!!” I turn to the back and lightly pat on her fat
cheeks.
“TING?!” (Keng?! - What is it?) Urgh! Such unruly child. She
looks pissed waking from her nap at the back seat.
“Tonto e teng katlung” (Mkhonto is in the house) that brings
a grin to her face. She doesn’t wait for me but jump off her
seat running straight to the house as soon as I free her of
safe belts.
My so called walking corpse sister wife is stretching outside
the car as I jump down to join them……Tlotla can reach
handles on her toes.. She squeals on her toes opening my
house door screaming for ‘TONTO’
I have my walking dead right by my side as we join in the
house. My weapon of choice which is a butcher knife is right
in my bag hanging on my forearm.
As soon as we are inside I make sure to be behind her and
lock the door. She turns when she hears the lock turn.
“Why….why are you locking?” oh baby girl. Peete Molapo
married a psycho without knowing.
“You should have chosen another man but not mine” I drop
my bag with a grin and take my knife out.
“ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she is already
screaming taking steps backwards.
“In your next life, stay the fuck away from married men”
that’s my final word to her as I push my knife right in her
abdomen.
She groans touching on her wound. Blood gushes out like
tap water. I stab her again on her left side when she touches
on her right abdomen side with both her hands.
“Ple…please!” she falls on her knees. Bleeding on my white
ceramic floors. I think I’m going to change them to red. They
look good painted in red.
“Not my man nana” I smirk, thankful that I’ll not have her
to deal with. Every bitch coming for my man will suffer the
same fate.
Wolf Akela is already turned. Little blue white fur wolf stand
by my hall way sniffing for blood. Now this was the aim.
Tlotla will feast on all her body and I’ll have no body to worry
about. My husband’s supposed second wife will be said to
have disappeared from the face of the earth. This is how good
it is to have little wolfs running around me.
I have heard that they have quite an appetite when starved.
I’ll spend all this day here with her to feed on Mrs. Hell going
to hell.
“Pllll…plea….” Aooo shame! She is still weakly trying to find
a heart in me bleeding on my floors.
My little wolf akela is taking careful steps to the blood. I
know when they are starved they transform at the sniff of
fresh blood. I knew she would transform and feast on the
body…..wait….
“TLOTLA!!!” why is she coming to me…..
“NANA IT’S ME….TLOTLA YOUR FOOD IS THERE” I sweat
instantly taking steps back as she approaches me leaving
the fresh meat I prepared her. Oh fuck im dead! She twists
her neck. Growls deep scratching my floors with her paws.
“TLOTLA MY BABY” I drop on my knees. Tears flooding my
eyes as I pray her not to have me for breakfast. Lerato is
supposed to be breakfast. Not me.
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KHWEZI
THE END.