I woke up with a massive headache in a room that was unfamiliar to me. I heard voices...
1st voice: manje mfethu why ungamcishanga lomuntu?
2nd voice: Ngihlulekile mfethu something nje told me to keep her alive, she is important somehow why else would the madam want her dead. I coughed after he said that. Why would anyone want me dead? I lived a simple life, never had enemies or so i thought. The voices went silent. I watched in horror as the door knob turned, i could feel my heart pounding so hard against my chest i said a silent prayer and got ready to die.
Guy: Hi, you are awake?
Me: yes. I could barely hear myself i was trembling.
Guy: Good, i got you something to eat.
Me: Ngifunani lana? I asked almost afraid i would piss him off. He just looked at me and said " There will be a time for those questions later okwamanje i need you to eat something". He left. Where was i? Who was he? I looked at the porridge he brought me. I barely took 5 spoonfuls when i remembered Rose. Tears started to stream down my eyes when i remembered seeing her laying lifeless in a pool of blood. Rose was not just a childhood friend but she was a sister to me...
20 years ago
I was 8 years old in a city i never saw before, afraid and alone, hungry and dirty. I tried to reach out to people for help but all i got was "Voetsek" "hamba kini" or " anginamali". I had lost hope, i was starving i didn't know where i would sleep. The big buildings and noisy cars scared me.
I saw a man throw what appeared to be a half eaten sandwich in a nearby bin. My mind said no but my stomach said i had no choice. I went to the bin and shuffled the garbage around looking for the sandwich. " Hey you, wenzan? I voice startled me. I slowly turned around waiting to be cursed out. They always cursed at me...
Girl: sawubona, she smiled
Me: yebo, i replied
Girl: ufunani lana baphi abazali bakho?
Me: abazali bam? anginabo. This was a assumption on my part since i couldn't remember anything from before i woke up under a bench in a bus terminal all alone i assumed they were dead.
Her: its okay, you can come with me. She smiled she had the most beautiful smile with dimples and the whitest teeth i had ever seen. I felt i could trust her, she took my hand and we went to her home.
I was surprised to see so many children in one house. Spotting my curiosity she told me she too was without parents and that the house was called an orphanage. "MaMthembu owns it but she treats us like her own kids". She said cheerfully. We walked and approached a lady who turned to us as we stood infront of her.
Lady: sanibonani bantwaban, ubani lona Rose?. So her name was Rose it suited her friendly nature.
Rose: mah ngithole ecosha udoti akanakhaya ngicela ahlale nathi?
MaMthembu: awu kodwa Rose this place is full as it is i cant house more kids.
Rose: Ngyakucela mah what do you think will happen to her if we leave her out on the streets the cruel men will take advantage of her.
Mamthembu: ok ke let's make a deal let me make some calls and alert the police to make sure she is really an orphan then we'll take it from there.
Rose: deal. She said sounding excited.
MaMthembu: So nthombi yam encane mina ngingu maMthembu wena ungubani?
Me: my name is... Somehow i couldnt remember my name i tried but i just couldn't.
Mw: err my name is... For the life of me i couldnt remember my name. Who was i? What was my name? Where did i come from?
