From The Past

CHAPTER 5

MABUTHO NZAMA
My family is known for arms dealing. This has been happening for generations to generations. All family members participate in it except the daughter in laws. In this generation, my father is the leader of the gang. My grandfather was the leader but he stepped down as soon as he reached 50 years.

Dad then took over. All his children, brothers and sisters are in the family business. Well except for me. I never liked the family business. I thought maybe dad would disown me or something if I told him I don’t wanna join. But he supported my decision and even made sure that I get the necessary training I need for the profession I intended to pursue.

At first I didn’t know what I wanted to be. A police officer, a soldier, a guard but I knew it had to do with safety and security of the people. I met up with the owner of Dibbers Agency. I didn’t even know he had a bodyguards company. I just told him my passion in this and he just offered me the job instantly. He said he knew what I was called for.

When I first met Mabongi, I was intrigued by her fierceness, her strength and her ambition. I loved her so much. I even told dad that I want to marry her. Pay lobola to her family and do all the necessary works. But all that changed when she became obsessed with my family and began asking questions.

Nkosikhona, my younger brother discovered that she is a special agent who was tasked or rather obsessed with my family business. She even asked a tons of questions but every time I managed to turn them around or dismiss them. I really love her but her obsession with my family is worrying me. Like really worrying me.

Mabongi: “babe, we are going to be late.” I smile and look at her. She is so beautiful. With her caramel soft skin, brown small eyes, chubby cheeks and sexy lips.

Me: “we can go for one round before we leave.”
Mabongi: “you pervert.” She says while giggling and I laugh. I tie my sneakers and stand up.

Me: “let’s go then.” I take her hand and we head out. Today I am finally meeting her parents. To say I am nervous would be an understatement. I am shaking in my boots but this has to be done. We get to the car and drive out.

Mabongi: “I can’t wait for you to meet them. I am pretty sure you are going to love them.”
Me: “if they are like you, then I am definitely going to love them.” She smiles and kisses my cheek.

We get to her house and park the car outside. We climb off and go inside the house to what I assume is the dining room where everyone is seated. There are only two vacant seats. We exchange greetings and then get seated. It’s only her mother, father, uncle and three siblings; Namandla, Sfiso and Vezile.

Bongi’s father: “son of the famous Ndodayamandla Nzama. How is your father doing by the way?” I chuckle. Dad hates that word. Even when his father mentions it, he cringes.

Me: “he is fine. Even though that name would definitely make him cringe.” He chuckles.
Bongi’s father: “we went to high school together. But we were always on opposite sides. We were practically families.”

Me: “I am sure meeting you again would be lovely.”
Bongi’s father: “I look forward to it.”

The maids bring food and drinks. We start eating while holding a meaningless conversation like what I do for a living or where I see myself in 5 years. Bongi’s mother has hardly said anything since I came here. She is acting very weird. I feel a little headache creeping in. I am never one to get sick. So I suspect a foul play here.

My dad always say that when you start feeling uneasy at a stranger’s house, don’t ignore your instincts. I just bring my hands under the table and press on the side button in my watch which contains a tracker. I then continue eating but avoid the juice. I know that it will only be a matter of time because this place swops in with my family.

Bongi’s mother: “why are you not drinking the juice Mr Nzama?” I look at her.
Me: “I am not used to too much sugar. If I can get maybe a glass of water, that would be good.” She smiles at me but I can already see that it’s fake.

Bongi’s mother: “get him a glass of water Vezile.” Vezile stands up and heads out. After a few minutes we finish eating and move to the lounge. “Kids give us some space.” Namandla and Vezile head out.
Bongi’s father: “now son. Tell me, why did your father murder my father and his brother?” I chuckle.

Me: “is this some kind of a joke? How am I supposed to know who your father is? And my father is no murderer.” He chuckles.
Bongi’s father: “oww, I don’t mind. We can do this all day.”

Me: “what are you hoping to achieve by doing this?”
Bongi’s father: “confession and probably getting your dad behind bars.”

Me: “you’re delusional.” 
Bongi’s mother: “humour me.” She says laughing evilly. I am deep shit. I hope my family get here in time.
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