𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓17

"𝑃𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠.𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒.𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤"

A͟z͟a͟d͟e͟

Have you ever wondered what is your purpose in this life?  Have you ever took just a minute of your time to question what were you born to achieve? Have you ever paid mind to why were you placed into this world?

Well to me what brought this question is the things that have been happening in my life. I don't even know If I can even call it a life... Well I think let's call it surviving, YES! the word fits perfectly because all I've done since I got entangled with the Ndlovu's is SURVIVE! I've had to go through hell and back, for those people and I'm still yet to go through things even the word "hell" can't discribe only because little naive Azade tripped and fell in love with Nkosinathi mother freakin' Ndlovu!!, why did he have to be a Ndlovu? I mean if he was a Mandela maybe there wouldn't be so many lies that run deeper than the soul its self,  I mean there wouldn't be so many twists and wicked turns, and maybe... Just maybe I would get a break and live a life worth living and maybe for once I'd be able to breath without worry about the next secret that is yet to be revealed... But then we don't always get what we want and that's just how it is...

Maybe you are all asking yourself why did I kick Nathi out of the room even though I claim to love him well as soon as I drop this secret he will hate me so to protect myself and my fragile heart from more heartache I kicked him out, stupid idea if you ask me but a girl has got to do what a girl got to do whatever it is they said but yeah....

My dad has been in bewilderment ever since I threw Nathi out and I can see he wants to say something but he keeps holding back and it doesn't help that a Zambezi is flowing down my cheeks as if the November rain had blessed it with its presence, well more like the Ndlovu secretes had blessed it with their presence...

Deciding that I've cried enough in my dad's arms I spoke and said "𝘚𝘢𝘸𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘢( 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳)", he cleared his throat to mask his teary voice even though I could see the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes"𝘚𝘢𝘸𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘪( 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳), 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳?... 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴?...𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵" Argh! My father is such a wonderful man uMa wa win'ilotho la ngempela ( Mom won the lottery here for real). Holding his hand to stop him from rumbling, come to think of it the last time dad and I had a one on one like this was before he allowed me to go to Joburg... How I wish to go back to that day and rethinking my decision... "𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘬𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘹𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘪 ( 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯) 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘰𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢( 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘮) 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘢(𝘥𝘢𝘥)  𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘶𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘪( 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦)..." before I can finish my emotional speech dad hugged me and finally freed all those tears held in his eyes, he literally just cried and I also cried....

Still silently in my father's embrace we heard a knock and Dr Zulu entered and spoke "𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘣'𝘕𝘻𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!". My dad and I chuckled and my dad said "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘤 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘢 ( 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶)".  Dr Zulu left with my father