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Chapter Fifty One.

Chapter Fifty One.

"You will come across many people in your life. They will all have a purpose to fulfill. Some will teach you a lesson and some will leave your soul wounded. Some will love you for their selfish motives and some will love you unconditionally. Some will cheat you, lie to you and stab you in your back. Learn from the lessons life teaches you and don’t waste your time on people who are there in your life for their convenience and who never take you seriously. Don’t allow people to use you for their happiness. Just be Strong and don’t let anything break you or leave you shattered. Choose the people whom you want in your life." x Aarti Khurana

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"She's waking up...bring me the water," a voice echoes into my hearing as I force my eyes open. Ouch. My head bangs and my arm feels painfully tender. "Woza, sit up." He touches my painful arm and I wince, sitting up on my own. "Are you okay Nono?" I reach for my temple, trying to massage the dizziness out of my system. "You...you just fell hard on the floor. Here have some water."

I open my eyes to face this annoying voice kneeling in front of me, holding a glass of water with shaking hands. My eyebrows pull down while my upper lip pulls up, in pure — what's the word?

"You even smell like her," the words leave my mouth bitterly.
"Drink. The wa-..." He moves the glass closer.
"Angiwafuni amanzi wakho woknuka! (I dont want your shitty water!)" I slap the glass of water far from me and it breaks instantaneously.
"Calm down Nono, let me help you up."
"Don't you dare touch me! You disgust me!" I say looking him right in the eye. The same eyes he averts from me in shame.

"I think there's a bit of a misun-..."

"Shut up wena! Thula! A bit of a misunderstanding? Am I 5? I'm not stupid. I'm not blind!" He tries touching me again but the anger in me makes me slap him. A slap I could vouch I have never given anyone in my years of living. "Ngithe ungangibambi! Uyangyanyisa. (I said dont touch me, you disgust me)"

When he backs away I fight my way to my feet, feeling the impact of my fall. Zonke has said nothing since I gained consciousness, she's not even looking at me which is good cause all I see right now is a woman who has far suppressed any respect I have for her. She sat there on the couches I bought, arms folded, her body slouched forward while her foot annoyingly tapped on the cement floors.

Two mannequins come barging into the house but I stop them. It's a full house kwaDlamini and I'm getting crazier by the second. "How does one sleep with her own daughter like that? How the fuck did you two even get to that level huh? You're slipping off your own daughter's panties while there's a whole sea of women your age to pick from?" I chuckle in disbelief taking a step back. It's getting hotter in here. "You're even...you're even having sex to mama's favourite songs? How sick can you two be?"

"Haybo so now we can't listen to Brandy because of ispoko?" Zonke finds her voice.
"Zonke." Her man warns her.
"That ghost was your mother Zonke. That woman carried you for nine months and raised you before she died...and then we all later find out from this pig that umama killed herself; That she hung herself in this very house because of something this bastard did...was this it? Is this why my mother killed herself wena!" I grab a vase and throw it at him but for his luck he manages to dodge it. "How long has this abomination been going on? Was this a horrible mistake?"
"Kade sayicala lento (we started this ages ago)," Zonke again.
"Ini? (What?)" Me.
"You heard me. Angithi there's no use hiding it anymore so why lie?"
"Zonke!" Her man takes a step towards her but stops, jumping straight into a jungle of painful sounding coughs. "Thula." Cough. Cough.