The Augury

Part 143

[Duma]

" Bhuti this came for you?"

I stop washing my clothes and looked at the envelope,
Me: what's this " I ask Londa,
Her: a delivery guy dropped it "
Me: delivery guy? Londa what the heck "
Her: just open the thing so we can see what's inside "
I wiped my hands on my jeans and ripped the envelope open

I took out a piece of paper and I dropped my mouth
Me: oh my God! "
Londa: what is it?"
Me: it's a cheque for R25k "
Her: what?"...who is it from?
Me: I don't know...is this a prank!"
She snatched the cheque from my hand,
Her: I don't think so this is a real deal,

Shock just gave me a heart attack or was it a panic attack I don't know but my chest hurt like a mother fucker.
" Stressed is just desserts spelled backward. Treat yourself right!... This is just a little something to thank you for all the things you have done for ma Makhaye and Cebo...I can never thank you enough, but I’ll start with this gift.
....Sfiso Mngadi"

Me: oh my God!"
Londa screamed calling mom and ma-Makhaye
" Londa yini umsindo?" Mom said walking out of the house, Londa showed mom the cheque
Mom: what ...who did this ?"
Me: Sfiso "
Ma-Makhaye: Sfiso Mngadi as in  Nomcebo's boyfriend?"
Me: yes... This must be a mistake...let me call him"

" Sfiso ...unjani? Its Duma"
Him: sho Mfethu !"
Me: I received a package from you here, I think there must be a mistake "
He busts out and laughed
Him: let's just say I looked into your file and I noticed that you are a suspect in a lot of car thief cases in your area... You good because you were not caught...but cops are setting a huge investigation on you and Pro if you get caught this time  you will go down for a long time "
Me: i...umm"
Him: look...I know sometimes it's hard accepting money as a gift so think of it as a loan, put it to good use... You good guy and this life of crime does not suit you, use that money to start something, a business or go to school whatever it may be, but stay away from crime "
Me: I don't know what to say "
Him: thank me later "
Me: but Sfiso this is too much, I can't... "
Him: it's either you take that money or your criminal ways will land you in jail ...chose wisely bro "
He dropped the call leaving me with my mouth on the floor

Mom: so what did he say ?"
Me: he is refusing to take it back  ...he says I must put the money to good use "
Ma Makhaye: oooh Thixo osemfihlakalweni... Thank you, Lord "
Mom joined in, praising God  there had tears in their eyes while I just sat there not sure what to think
Londa: am I going to varsity?
Me: I guess I mean...yes!"
She screamed and hugged me.

Later on that day me and Londa decided to go to the bank and transferred money to my card, we bought groceries and handed Mam - Makhaye and mom some cash, to spoil themselves.

Today was braai day for us and it felt good eating meat during weekdays without ukusokola ukuthi kusasa sizodlani, God is alive after all.

With a huge smile on my face, and my heart jumping in excitement I was done sitting at home and thinking about what I'm going to do with this money so I took a walk to Pro house,

The area that Pro lives in is a highly urban part of my township looking at these big beautiful houses made me dream big
" one day is one day "
I said to myself

I chuckled as approached Pro's house, I looked at this beautiful car parked outside more like admired it, which got me thinking why is Pro wasting his life on crime when he grew up with all of this!
but yet again I know for a fact that black families discuss race because it’s necessary for survival in a culture that is systemically built to make whiteness the default forgetting to educate their kids about money,
While on the White families often hand white people don’t discuss race because they have the privilege not to... But do educate their kids about money ... Pretty twisted that few black parents teach their kids about how to uphold a family legacy and investment.

" Pro !! ...Pro!!! .... I said walking into his grandmother's house, I froze in the living room as I saw his sister my heart stopped she slowly turned and looked at me, her eyes are glowing but yet not looking at me,

Pro: Duma ... Zithini ?"
My eyes were burning, I was looking at the only girl I ever loved,  my high school sweetheart, the one that got away, I'm hearing Pro from afar calling my name but my eyes are fixed on her, she has grown up, more beautiful now, I can't help but look at her from head to toe, her body is banging, the clock must have stopped as well as the air I'm breath only my heart was beating loud enough to remind me that I am still alive.

Me: Latoya ?...

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To be continued.