TEASER

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A car screeched in front of Mandla's pink painted house and he was roughly thrown out of the polo gti. He groans in pain as the wounds haven't healed yet. Lucky has to be his middle name because Lethabo would have been long done with him and Mandla would be history. They throw his belongings towards him and the car speeds off. He picks up his phone, keys, wallet and walks towards his RDP house located in Benoni. The streets are always quiet. The only sounds you can hear are dogs barking and cars passing. Three months and everywhere still looks in good condition.

Nothing beats the emotional pain that he is feeling. Regret flushed over him when he realised he assaulted his own niece. His own blood. If his brother found out about it he would be six feet under. But that's the least of his worries. He feels a sudden abhorrence towards himself. What he did is unforgivable. His phone keeps ringing to his annoyance. He checks the caller ID and clenches his fist but decides to answer it.

Caller: "Mandla please tell me you are done with the job."

Mandla: "I hate you do you understand me! Why didn't you inform me she's my niece huh?!" He exclaims in anger.

The line goes silent.

Mandla: "Number your days, the angel of death can come for your soul anyday and you will join me in hell. Difference is you will be sitting right next to Lucifer. Nxx!" He spits and hangs up.

He locks his door and searches for a pen and paper with tears gushing down his face.

Mfowethu ngixolele....

Ubhuti wakho: Mandla

He gets a hold of a rope from his tool box and grabs a chair. He ties the rope from above the ceiling and makes hangman' s knot. He fits his head into the rope hesitantly sobbing making sure it's tight enough on his neck. He tightens his eyes and subconsciously  kicks the chair to the ground. After fighting for his life, kicking and trying to catch his breath he finally gave up trying. Death snatched his life away from him. His pale lifeless body hanging across the room. As dead as a doornail.

A wise man once said:

Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide

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