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Chapter Twenty Three.

Chapter Twenty Three.

"My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style" x MAYA ANGELOU.

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The man I call my father is busy thanking the Dlamini ancestors for giving him all of these blessing he's seemingly worked hard for. The man was after all almost 200 cows richer and he was making it known to almost everyone around here. He was even telling everyone how he's going to multiply all this and make the best out of it. I was however going to ask him for just 50 cows. Not for myself, but for my siblings, he can keep the rest.

And since I knew he was not even going to bother himself with buying the gifts that has to go to Bangi's family, I had to take care of that. This man is just giving me more reasons to just cut him off after all of this. He got what he wanted in any case. I wondered where he was going to keep all of these cows though. He didn't have a big yard. But I'm pretty sure he has his ways.

I feel his hands snake around my waist before he rests his head on my shoulder. He smells amazing and it just bring weakness to my knees. I've missed him terribly.

"Are you happy?" He asks me and I feel a smile creep on my lips.

"Is that a trick question?" I place my hands on his.

"Not if I genuinely want to know." He says turning his head to sniff on my neck.

I stop staring at where my father was sitting with a whole group of men drinking the beer I made. A very good first attempt even though I had been thrown into the deep end when it came to preparing it.

"People are looking baby." I push myself closer to the lips he presses on my neck, eyes now shut as shivers rush down my spine. I hear him let out a deep chuckle, before clearing his throat.

"I thought I was just kissing isithandwa sam on the neck. Its called affection baby." He kisses my neck again.

Yeah no. My morals are hanging on a thread.

He lets me go and comes to stand in front of me. Another maskandi song starts playing loud from uncle Jomo's polo. This guy really loves his maskandi...and his umqombothi. Or anything that has an alcohol percentage in it. Oh and his women. He apparently has a new woman on his side and she's somewhere around here. She's beautiful and probably two years younger than me.

"I am happy. Very happy too baby." I say wrapping my hands around his neck and he rests his forehead on mine. "In fact everyday seems to give me more reason to just be happy. You are my happiness Bangi."

He holds me again. "You are mine."

You are mine as in...I am his happiness or ...

I'm not quite sure what he meant with the statement but I didn't care cause I was his in any case. My heart was and is far gone by now and nothing could stop it at this point.

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The celebration finally came to an end and I was ecstatic with how everything went. The King and the Queen also managed to make their appearance here and to me that was enough of a blessing. I knew now that I had their full support with this union.