Turning Table

Part 117

***Dead Alive***

🌹Rossetta🌹

" Now get out of my house!!! "
She said opening the door wide open,
Me: your daughter is alive ma, and she may die if you don't help her"
Her: my daughter died when she was fourteen, now get out!!"

She banged the door on my face, I stood there puzzled as fuck, Have you ever had an argument with someone where you felt you were saying all the right things and making valid points, yet they still won’t change their mind? it felt like she was not even listening and more focused on saying her piece than hearing mine? That is what I just had with ginger mother, one bloody-sided conversation.

What kind of mother hates her child that much that she rather bury her alive, regardless of how much I pleaded with her, told her that her only daughter is alive but very critical, in her own opinion Ginger died when she ran away from home and she was not going to budge in helping an evil child she long killed in her heart.

What kind of mother says such malicious words?
Don't get me wrong I'm not trying to be all holly and angelic or something I have wished death deeply and intensely on a few people who I really believe the world would be better without. They never died, Instead, the hatred hurt me. But I still felt it.
Ginger was one of those people but to justify my action or feeling, I kind of believe it normal to hate someone who is not blood-related to you, you see with me, I so badly imagine how peaceful my life would be if Ginger or anyone from my past was not around. How relieving life I would be without none of those people causing me stress.
But looking in the now that feeling doesn’t solve or fix anything but destroy me the anger carrier, I can admit that I hate Ginger but my intense hate has lessened over time, Lord knows that constant anger is draining, I now realize Ginger is just a none factor in my life she is one of the most pitiful people in existence, and her narcissism has nothing to do with me but with her own demons.

But for her mother to react like this I was startled...it was a horrific thing to witness.

After a few seconds paralyzed on the Sibiya doorstep, trying to understand what just happened I finally walked to my car, I ran my hands on my face still very much taken aback by how a mother's love shifted to hate!

" How did it go?"
My mother asked me the minute I walked inside the house with a tail between my legs
Me: I just don't believe this... "
It came out as a whisper
Her: what?"
I looked at her just to think of the idea of a mother hating her daughter seemed inconceivable and beyond comprehension. . . I don't know where to start with this, I mean we all know that women are nurturers and carers. . . I'm still puzzled about what made her that way
Me: she says she has no daughter...she is somehow adamant and will not badge saying that her daughter died "
Mom placed the dishcloth on the table and clapped once
Her: uthini kumina "
Me: she just started screaming when I mentioned her daughter's name, worst kicked me out like a dog "
Mom exclaimed in frustration or was it anger I don't know

Her: you did tell  her that her child is dying"
Me: yes ma...but she said whoever I'm referring to,  ain't her daughter "
Her: ooh my God...but this is crazy and not like ma Sibiya at all "
Me: mom that woman is nothing like who you describe, when I walked into the house she was bragging none stop about her son who renovating her house, she brags about her son so much as if he is the only living child she has "
but the mention of Ginger she just turned ugly..."

Her: what! ?"
I just nodded, I felt defeated
Mom: maybe I should talk to her..."
Me: mom don't, that women are nothing then what you told me she is, she no longer a struggling woman doing peace jobs in the community,"

Mom placed her hand on her lap
Her: so what are you going to do?"
Me:I was so angry and confused that I forgot to ask around the neighborhood who is the son and where I can get hold of him "
Mom: I can get that information for you, let me go change... The last time I checked the son worked for Mbovu "

" Not anymore"
Mom and I stop and looked at Zuko I was so stressed out that I did not realize he was in the room
Him: his Name is Enzo Dlamini... Long lost son of the Jabulani Dlamini... You won't find him around here, he left last year, last time we heard he is now leaving in the North of KZN..."
Zuko said not even looking at me, he was busy on his sketchbook,
Me: North of KZN?"
Him: Lundi to be precise, his father owns a large timber and sugar plantation a ranch and few lodges, so that how he came to money, born with a silver spoon in his mouth that he did not even know it existed till last year"

Me: Dlamini? Sugar plantation... Is that..."
Mom: And you know this how?"
Mom asked Zuko, while I was thinking if this Dlamini is related to Selby Dlamini?
Zuko just looked at my mother and took his things and walked away,
I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly close it as I receive a call from the bar,

Me: hello"
" boss lady it's Candy, we have a lady in the bar that wish to see you "
Me: Candy we have managers to deal with any work-related matter, why are you calling me?"
Her: I know...and I would not be calling if it was work-related... "
Me: tell her to leave her business card and I..."
Her: boss lady she says she wishes to talk to you about your husband!"

I stood up biting my lip...my husband?
Me:my husband?"
Zuko stopped walking and looked at me
Me: Is she a cop?"
Her: no... I think it's more personal judging from her teary face"
Me: put her on the phone NOW!!'
I heard shuffling around and I finally heard a sniff then a women voice

" Hello," she said softly
Me: hello"
Her: I have so many questions that perhaps only you can answer, since you were married to Oyama Nqeve..."
Me: who are you? And what's is your..."
She did not let me finish
Her: I believe the man you married  is my father "
Me: your father?" I said as I felt a lump on my throat
Her: how soon can you get back to Durban?"

Me: I'm..i....im what did you say?"
She sniffed again and dropped the call,
I dropped my mouth open as shock took over me,

" Rose are you ok?" I heard my mother saying from afar, I tried to walk but something, some force made my knees weak and I slouched down.