THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF OUR FATES.

Chapter 4:Villians

I have done my absolute best for this man. I dropped out of university, I committed myself to him, I sacrificed my youth,my purity and my everything for this man that I have given all of my love to.

But all he has done is give me a pat on the back but never a "thank you sthandwa sami you have done so much for me I am eternally grateful to you"

But shame I don't blame him I have caused this all for myself kuthiwa umuntu uzofaka yena enkingeni. I am a living testament of that statement. Ukube nje awutivulanga imilenze Yolanda. Look at you now a miserable ,beaten house enomnaks,a heavily pregnant one at that. Man we use to be great it was rocky impela but he always came back to Mama.

I don't know where exactly I went wrong, it was all perfect once upon a time.

I was only sixteen. A yellow bone introvert that just adored the outdoors and reading I had a deep passion for poetry and novels they gave me an escape I guess. I was always ezintabeni reading listening to nature's music deep in my thoughts. At that time Quinton's father uBaba uThathezakhe Zulu famously known for his large herds of cattle and of course everyone knew his son. A handsome charmer iMost Wanted emantombazaneni girls had this "pick me" energy towards him and he never failed to pick and choose. He spit them out like undesirable bubble gum though. Now that was funny to watch.

I was one of the only girls that didn't regarded him as a hunky piece of meat I just never cared about him.

One precious day I was reading my newest novel ezintabeni zakwa Nongoma I just loved reading there. He was walking along elusa izinkomo zikayihlo. I was deep into my romance novel completely disregarding my surroundings.

"Zonke lezi nkomo lezi ziya kini ngesonto elizayo ntokazi"
I guess that was his hit line the one that got him all the girls. Every girl in this valley was drilled into thinking that marriage is the end game. We were taught that it is a most desirable tradition this "marriage" you automatically become respected.So many girls got excited at that line because I mean who doesn't want to get married? Marriage was the end game.

Our love story is a typical bad boy courts nerd and they fall in love he steals my heart along with my purity after the back and forth courtship. I really didn't want him at first but I gave in at some point.

We were THE couple every girl desired to be me which is why we got caught in so many scandals they wanted to take my place so badly.
But I don't blame them he was quite the handsome one. A young black chiselled jawline exquisite brush cut with those sexy big brown eyes that peaked into your soul and searched for your thoughts.He had quite the physique too with the muscles and the strong bowed legs
A soccer player a boy from a wealthy family umlusi wezinkomo. The Zulu heir.
I never quite got why he wanted me. Me of all people.

I was just uMaYoli the yellow bone quiet girl from the Dlamini clan we weren't so wealthy as his family we were just able to get by kodwa kaZulu? They were LIVING. Another reason why they wanted him he was perfect.

A year into our relationship I fell pregnant at that time there was a rumour that he impregnated another girl called Amanda Msomi at that time she was also our age.

I confronted her she tried to fight me he got into the middle of it he claimed to love her deeply and he beat the living daylights out of me and we lost our first born Liyana. I never got to hold or touch him it was all handled by our mothers uMamZulu and uMaDlamini. Nobody else knew about it. They buried him at midnight to avoid attention nokuduma kabi protection of the families names they said.

Protection of the family name and avoiding of humiliation was a big thing in those times. People were extremely judgemental engathi bona abanako okubolile ngabo. People are just like that. They avoid their own problems by focusing on other's issues. It's a coping mechanism of some sort. It just gives them that "yaaah naye unazo izinkinga I'm not alone"

There's alot I could say about abantu bakwaNongoma but I can go on forever. I just find them so amusing. They have played a major role in my relationship with Quiton and izingqinamba zethu as a whole. I never invited them in they assumed their places as our authority,a higher power that we felt like we should never disappoint and if you didn't meet their expectations you are quickly shunned a black sheep. That's how it is in black communities.

Our love story consisted a lot of individuals taking it upon themselves to make decisions and have a say in how things will go and we never knew any better we were young and we just let it happen. Those people being his mother not his parents just his mother. She had assumed the role of the mediator a very biased mediator that only defended her son and his unruly actions that she never got him to take accountability for.

It was always "indoda ibingeke ifebe if impatho yankosikazi wakhe ilungile" and the infamous " idinye sakho asilungile silula that's why you keep losing kids" when Quinton beat me causing me to lose both of our children.

But it's always me me me me I'm the bad guy
I deserve to be crucified
I caused him to cheat on me
I caused him to beat me
I pushed him to have several sexual relations with several women during the course of our relationship
I have a faulty womb not that he beat me causing miscarriages.
It's always been me. I'm the villian.