-Masixole Ngqotyana-
I returned to my ward, Doctor Sweritch left me with the phone so I could call my family... I started with my old lady. It was almost her bedtime, but I just wanted her to know that I was awake and that I would be discharged the following day. The phone rang two times, and she answered...
Mama: Hello?
Me: Xhekwazi, unjani?
Mama: Haibo, Masixole? Haibo, Xollaaaaa!!! Xolaaaaa, uvukile ubhuti wakho!!!
I heard footsteps and waited for them to have the phone on speaker so they both could hear and communicate back.
Xola: Hello? Bhuti?
Me: X, hey, ninjani?
Xola: Yho!!!
Mom started praying and praising God.
I could feel Xola was emotional as well, and that made me all emotional...
Mama: Oh mntanam, the Lord is good. Once again, He has not failed to keep His promises. When He said He would never allow us to be engulfed in fear nor sorrow, He promised to wipe away our tears of sorrow and bring us tears of joy. Look at us now, we are crying... tears of joy. Oh, glory to Jesus! He alone is worthy to be praised, worthy of all our honor!
Xola and I echoed our "amen", she went on and on, and then she started praying again. Once she was calm...
Me: I am being discharged ngomso, nd'cela nindiphathele iimpahla.
Mama: Yhu, I should cook your favorite meal mntanam, you need t-
Me: Mama, wait. Andizophumela endlini.
Mama: What? Why?
Me: I am going straight to Cape Town. I will come back home once I get a few things sorted out that side.
Xola: Haibo bhuti... you just got discharged, well, awuka discharge'wa ke futhi.
Mama: Masixole Ngqotyana?
Me: Nozala?
Mama: Uthi kutheni ungazophumela apha kokwenu?
I breathed...
Me: I can't really say much mama, but I have something very urgent to sort out eKapa. I will attend to it, and then come back to you guys. I still want to have a word with you Xola, that was my initial reason for this visit so I will still come back for that. Okwangoku, I need to be out of town for a week max.
Mama: Masixole you are not fit to travel.
Me: Believe me, I am very fit. Don't worry abo-
Mama: I am traveling with you then. And that's final.
I sighed...
Me: I would love that, but there's really no need. I will not spend more than a week a Kapa, I still have to come back and sort things out with Kamva's mother too.
Mama: What do you mean sort things out? Niyabuyelana? Uthini ngo Sibongile?
Me: No, no! We have to discuss Kamva.
Mama: Ooh, okay. Will you at least have breakfast with me ke ngomso?
Xola: Haibo mama, why are you excluding me?
Mama: Awuyi skolweni kanti Xola?
Xola: Ndibhala u 12 pm mama, I'm joining ya'll for breakfast. Kanti unethemba lokusiwa ngubani esibhedlele?
Mama: Ekhona u Bolt?
Okay I laughed at them, we agreed to have breakfast together, and then I called umama ka Kamva. She didn't answer her phone, I called two more times and she didn't bother herself so nam ndamyeka eyona nto bendiyifuna was my daughter, not her. Because I knew u Kamva will come and visit me and become upset when he realizes that I've been discharged ndingamxelelanga aphinde aye endlini and find out that ndiphume ndaya eKapa ibengathi ndimshiyile. That I abandoned her all over again, and that everything her mother ever told her was true all along...
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